It's long after the war for the planet ended. The egg man has been turned away, but the vast, sprawling industry of the empire remained. Who better to explore this machinery and figure out what to do with it than him?
Whoops, he got corrupted, and retrofitted the chemical plant zone into a GRO factory, and started making his own army of rubberdrones.
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Speaking of having a misfortune to catch the 'mad scientist'//'falling to the Dark Side' fetish, and not mundane scat or weight gain like all the normal people - Snao's Patreon has only one level, last time I checked. One dollar per month. Not that large of a sum by any measure, methinks *wink-wink, nudge-nudge*...