Trolls call buckets "filial pails" or just "pails". Once a troll reaches a certain stage of sexual maturity, the Imperial Drones come a calling with two pails, one for redrom and one for blackrom. They show up at your doorstep, and if you don't have both concupiscent quadrants filled and your two partners on hand, you are immediately culled. Otherwise, you and your fortunate matesprit and kismesis are required to deposit genetic material in the pails at once. The Drone then delivers this material to the mother grub, who combines all the materials into one big incestuous slurry and lays clutches of troll grubs.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?The details of how the genetic material is given and in what form are left thankfully vague.
And I'm actually not sure if the Imperial Drones are mechanical, at least fully. While the Post-Stratch Crockerdrones were certainly mechanical, it was made pretty clear that they were imitations of the original, who may have been partly or entirely organic.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

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