Slap looked at the new visitor, and remembered that he had been the one who gave him Linc. Slap politely typed on his keyboard, "Good morning sir, came for a visit? Your friend's health is great. I haven't seen someone doing so well for a year now. Hopefully he will wake up soon."
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Molt looked at the Mudokon funny and started to think. He finally said, "How funny it is that Mudokons get care around here. In my old factory, if a Mud had a disease, we killed him and fed him to the Slogs. And now you greet him as if he is your friend?! This is sick, I can't wait until I'm fired. If not, I can't wait to wipe some sense into yah dirty Muds that life isn't gonna give you friends everyday! Just look at me! I'm part cyborg and do you see me mopin about just because no one is being nice?! NO!"

Slap rolled his eyes and typed, "Excuse our paticent, he has some brain injuries. We are planning to fire him soon and send him to Skillya. Or at least give him five report slips."
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Gappiqu was pissed now. "Some new guy comes and thinks he can just get a job, while I have to deliver a mad man?!" thought Gappiqu. After making a few thoughts in what to say, Gappiqu snapped at him, "Hey buddy, move aside will ya? I have to tell the boss that a native broke into here last night, and I need to see if I can shoot him dead, so let the more important case come first, OK?" Gappiqu pushed the Slig with his foot and waited for Arnie to wake up.

Wash would have been shocked at Molt's reaction to him, but really he'd experienced worse where he'd come from. A number of comebacks came to mind, but he decided they all sucked and ignored him. The mudokon looked over at Linc with an expression of concern, then noticed the screen with the intern's speech written on it. Wash hadn't realised the creature been talking to him all this time, and felt embarrassed that he hadn't spoken back.
"What's-" Wash eyed a security orb suspiciously as it floated by, hoping that it was not the same one that had been harrassing him. It drifted away without fuss. "What's your name?" He finished. Suddenly his leg gave out and he fell to the floor in a crumpled heap.

Slap quickly rushed to the Mudokon's need and picked him up. Right after that, he made him sit down on a chair and typed, "Are you OK?"

Molt, looking at the Mudokon funny like, said, "Damnnn, you stumble on four words, and you pass out because of lack of air using four words? Odd help me, I'm in the presense of the worst slave in Oddworld history! You can't give even say a come back to a guy who said your useless! Maybe that's because you were hit in the head when you were born. Perhaps this is just natural and you're head can't help you. Plus, your duller than a Slurg. You don't even know my name! The one who made history! My name is Molt and I survived possession! I survived an explosion on the arm, I'm still in one piece and living! Unlike you, I'm important. You are just a little Mudokon, whose mother loves all of her children, but that means you are all the same! There's nothing that can make your mother love her children even more. But you, you have no sense. Slow witted, that's what you are. When I get out, I'm going to love to see you fall in a meat saw! You hear, love to see you die! And when I see you die, I will kill the ***** who gave birth to you, no matter who is going to stop me!"

Slap looked at Molt furiously. He was worse this time. But he was surprised that he was cabable of making such a paragraph so he didn't plan to type anything. But Molt said his last sentence, which was, "Oh and that was directed to you, Mud. Or shall I call you, Bird breath?"

Slap typed, "Molt, restrain yourself or else I will have to use force!"

"Force? Last time you used 'force', it got you a leg injury, so you shut up!"

"This time, I will give you a untested drug that may or may not ruin your brain."

Molt fell silent. Slap typed next, to the Mudokon, "Sir, do not be alarmed by his threats. He hates everyone who doesn't think like him and will kill anything that says he is an idoit. Trust me, do not mess with him. He nearly killed one of our men."

Molt was going to say the man was a criminal, but he shushed. He knew that Slap could be cabable of things that would kill him faster.

Wash sat in the chair breathing heavily. He just about managed to croak, "I was talking to the intern, dung for brains!"
He winced as he shifted position, he must have agravated an old injury. "Perhaps I should tell you that before I arrived here I was beaten up pretty bad, as Molt here will be pleased to hear. I was... problematic at my old workplace. I can see that things are better here, but... I seem to have sustained several blunt impact injuries, and no one has treated me yet, and after yesterday's accident with the meat saw, that in unsurprising. Can you... can you help me?"
Before Slap could answer, Wash looked back over at Linc. "Be careful when he wakes up. He worked for Vykkers before he came here, and suffered experimental procedures. He may not take too kindly to you or Dek when he comes around."

Slap listened to everything this Mudokon had to say and tried to think about this one. Normally, he would treat these conditions with ice packs and medinces that made the injuries and bruises heal faster. Yet, he didn't know what kind of injuries that the Mudokon was going through, so he didn't know what to do to cure him. However, he did have something that could finally test out to help this Mudokon, but he needed to question on what kind of injuries he was going through.

Before he could answer his questions, Molt said annoyingly, "And this is news this us how?" Slap ignored him and typed, "My name is Slap, and I think that I can help you. However, I need to know in how you were beaten. That could be very vauleble information in order for me to heal your wounds. Your friend, on the other hand, might feel better if you stayed here, so he won't harm either Dek or me. Friends often make people feel better, and not so angry."

"Explain my injuries?!" exlaimed Wash incredulously. He bent double and coughed before he continued. "That's like... like asking a native of Monsaic Lines how he was stung by bees! I don't know, I was hung up in a detention block blindfolded, beaten, and that was that. Presumably that was them they dumped me here in his Odd-forsaken factory." He sputtered and choked again, then shot a cursory glance back at Linc. A hand came up automatically to his torture tattoo and rubbed his arm. He could almost feel the pain of it's administration again.
"I- I was unconcious most of the time, so the beatings became... more ritual, if you know what I mean. Just something hey ahd to do, as opposed to punishment, since I was out of it." Wash paused for another moment and stared into space, the memory of his old "home" turning his eyes cold and empty, like the survivors of a Grubb extermination. "I dare say they enjoyed it though." His voice cracked as he almost cried.

Wash took in a deep breath and pulled himself together. The breath aggravated his lungs. "They seem to have worked my ribs excessively, so you may wish to start there. All the softer parts; my belly, kidneys, and most of my limbs are badly bruised-" he heaved on the floor and sputtered blood from his lungs, barely noticing the Intern's eyes widen with this sudden display of injury. The mudokon lifted his head and wiped the blood off his face. His voice came out as a croak.
"You may wanna see to that too, doc."

ooc: Slaveless, Bullet Magnet, I know neither of you have broken the 2-3 posts per day rule, but the last six posts are purely dialogue between your characters, and it really doesn't seem worth reading.
When no one else is posting, slow down a little so others can get a go. Try to avoid making every second post in the thread, as it just bothers everyone who isn't involved (which is all of us). If you did post anything relevant to anybody else in there, it isn't likely to get read in any great detail.
I don't want to sound like I'm getting annoyed at you; just giving advice.


In other news, I'm going on holiday for three weeks and don't know if I'll be able to get computer access, so you might have to work around them for a little while. I'll try and get them out of things in the next couple of days before I leave, and then if I can I'll post while I'm in Canada, and if I can't, you can count me out of things for a while.

Gappiqu: "I'm supposing you have a reason to be in here." ...

Sefon grinned and just said, "Yup."

"Come on, you think I just going to leave you here?!"

"I don't see why not," Sefon answered, "but I'm curious to see what happens with this mudokon, so I'm going to tag along."

Then, likely to Gappiqu's annoyance, he proceeded to do just that.
He rolled his eyes as Gappiqu lied to the Vykker to get him out of the way, but he said nothing and just waited, standing not far away from him.

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Groll backed away slowly, raising his rifle again at the same time. He was reluctant to attack, but he figured he could always say it was self-defense if the slog decided to attack him. In his previous encounters with slogs, he'd found out running away from an aggressive slog was a fairly useless gesture, so he thought the only way out of this was to stop the slog somehow...

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Frod looked surprised at Jim's abrupt actions, but he quickly answered, "Oh, you know, just mucking around, sort of acting like I'm helping out, you know, the good ol' stuff... Just like back at FeeCo... But then, I s'pose you didn't work there, huh?"

OOC: Ah, OK Splat. But I really have to do this one, OK? I will do the other sitution later.

IC: Max gave a cool, hard look at the Slig, but didn't move. He could sense that obviousily the Slig was using his gun as a defense, not something to kill him with. Yet the longer he stood there, the more time the Slig could predict Max's movements. But what Max was doing in reality, was thinking of a plot to defeat this Mud lover.

Max was clever enough to understand that pacing around wasn't going to take the Slig's guard off. But the fact that he was tighting his muscles was making it look like Max was anxious, and whenever an anxious Slog is giving signs of being truely anxious, s/he is most likely going to attack. But yet, a plan formed in his head, with all of the information that had been discussed in his head.

Max slowly, but not keeping his slow pace, relaxed his muscles and pulled up his to face the sky, and exhaled. This pose continued for about five seconds and then, a nearly split second later, Max tighten his muscles and leaped at the Slig, while aggressivly barking at the Slig. The plan wasn't to harm the Slig, but hopefully catch him off guard. He even kept a 2 foot distance away, to sense what the Slig's reaction was.

Jim shook his head. "Never worked there. How did you get away without ever working? I mean, didn't you ever get into trouble?

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Dionysia was, perhaps more wisely, outside the executive R+R, rather than the office. She was pretty sure she'd heard the glukkons snoring inside and, back in a nasty mood, she was about to burst in very loudly, in a similar way to yesterday. However, she stoppeed herself in time to point out that not telling him about the native until he woke himself up might seem nastier, and wandered off.
She decided, rather than going back to Gappiqu, she'd wait for Arnie outside his office and headed there, and was slightly annoyed to see Gappiqu there already. She was very surprised to see just how angry he seemed.
She stepped round the corner and smirked at him. "Wow, someone needs o watch their temper or I won't be the only one they call eratic. I have to say Gappiqu, I never imagined you acting like this, or is it all put on to scare the muds?"

Praetyre could not see much in the basements darkness, so he turned on the light. It flickered many times, then died. He saw, for brief milliseconds, creatures in the background, sleeping. He then heard a Scrab awake. It called its herdmates, barking at them in its strange language. There was then sounds that indicated that the Scrabs were closing in for the kill. Praetyre frantically tried to close the door, but it was jammed. A Scrab then lunged at him, and he just managed to slam the door in time. Furious, he ran up the stairs, pacing the corridors like an angry spider, wanting to find the Slig that had lied to him and almost cost him his life.

Upon hearing that Gappiqu planned to have him shot dead, all the colour in Duagen's skin briefly washed away - but he re-gained his composure, and his colour went back from grey to green, hopefully with only Sefon noticing.

Hew briefly considered trying to jump Gappiqu, but that's about when Dionysia arrived and he dismissed that idea on the grounds that it would just get him shot now. When he heard what Dionysia said, about Gappiqu putting on an act, he was taken back to when Gappiqu was trying to just talk with him, and wondered if he should have tried to talk to the slig instead of running.

Gappiqu was prepared to bark at Dionysia for being so free tos peak to him like that, but before he could, he faced her. And saw her eyes. He remembered the first time they had an actual conversation. She had a way to make yourself look terrible if you argued with her. But something in his head was able to cool him down for this moment and he muttered, "I know how to watch my temper, thank you."

But then he realized that the Mudokon he left was giving him some attiude and someone odd looks. Gappiqu turned around to face Sefon and narrowed his eyebrows. Next, he yelled with auotherity, "Look here buddy, you better be giving me more respect around here!! And that includes shuting your smart alec mouth when it needs to be shut. And you know why?! Without me, this factory wouldn't be functioning!! And what are you doing?! You're being a jerk who isn't doing anything around useful! In fact, beat it!! Scram! Come back when you have sense in how you treat Sligs with respect!!"

When Gappiqu was done, he shifted back to hitting the door. In anger that the boss wasn't waking up. He curled his fist into punch shaped fist and slammed it against it toward the door, hopefully waking up the Glukkon inside. He blasted to Arnie, "Come out, Arnie! Half of the factory is awake and you ain't!! I have important news!!"
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Slap stared at the Mudokon's injuries for many seconds before trying to decide something. Obviousily his inard organs were badly infected by beatings, which caused blood to burst out of him, and meant that his organs needed serious time to heal. He couldn't doing anything direct, but he could help support the healing. He started to think about what to do. Slap only performed these kind of operations with a Slig, a Glukkon, or a even the rare case, a Khanzumer. Never a Mudokon, seeing that hostipals don't have doctors or surgeons with much knowledge on Mudokon disection or health prorities. But just then, Slap knew what to do. Slap now had to leave this Mudokon and go into the Lab for the items he needed.

Once he was in the Lab, Slap knew where to find the items. However, Slap didn't know if these things could actually help this Mudokon, but they should. At last, Slap found his suitcase on a counter and opened it up. First, he went on the top part of the case, and found a lock combination device. Once remembering the combination, Slap rushed through the combination sequence and opened the lock. Instead of finding what Slap wanted, he found a finger print device. So Slap placed his finger on finger print scanner, and after some bizarre humming from the scanner, a even bigger box opened. It inside this box, the contents was interesting. There was pills of many kinds, medinces, and containers of drugs. Going through the labels of the secretive cabinet of medinces, Slap was able to find two perticular pills. They were plastic coated, with liquid inside of them. One of them was light gray and the other was whiteish blue. But they were all important for the Mudokon's health.

The next thing Slap needed was not rather an item, but a machine. Slap had his doubts, but he found it near a wall. Slap thought with happiness, "This place really does have everything!" The machine was basicly white entirely, and one of the few machines that it's insides contained the main technology. It was implanted to the floor, being that this shouldn't be rolling at all. On the back, there was a control panel that had several buttons, timer, air vent controllment, and age settings. There thing had many pipes on the bottom, going into the floor. The thing also had an opening to the inside, but he decided to just suppose it's doing fine. At last, Slap remembered name for this thing, and it was, a Life Support machine. Slap thought that everything was going well, and rushed back into the Cell Room.
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While Slap was gone, Molt decided that this was his chance to torcure this Mudokon. So he said to him, "Well Mud, I hope you like being bitten dead by Slogs, because I've seen that look on a doctor's face before. That meant that he could help you, but what he needs is dangerous to you. Oh yes, he is going to preform a operation with an 80 percent chance of you dying. Yes, I'm going to cross my fingers the whole time the operation is going on, and I think you know why."

At last, Slap reached Wash and typed on his keyboard, "OK, sir, I have everything I need, all I need to do is know how old you are, what your average temperature is, and give a glass of water." Molt smiled at Slap, thinking that he was indeed giving that kind of operation on him. And Slap had no idea what Molt was talking about.

Dionysia smirked. "oh yes, you're definately doing well on the self-control front today, Gappiqu. Is this what you're really like, and the nice guy act was just to charm me, or is this put on in an attempt to make me fall for you? I have experience, Sti- Gappiqu, it'd never work between us." She shot him a grin. She wasn't necessarily in a good mood right then, and rather than sulk in self-pity, she prefered to direct her misery at someone else.
"Oh, and before you knock the boss's door down, you might want to remember that he's in his personal R+R room. He does have a life outside of his office."
And with that, she turned and left. She didn't feel like walking in on Arnie again, and being useful didn't really appeal to her either. in the end she headed to the train-station and found a dark corner where her black skin hid her in the shadows, from slig's eyes at least, and sat down, looking over the side of the stockyards and at the forest beyond.

ooc: This might be my last post for 3 weeks, so it'd probably be beneficial not to try interacting with Dionysia or Anni until I post again. Sorry Gretin, if you want to move Frod away, feel free.

Praetyre continued to angrily pace the corridors, then bumped into something After composing himself, he saw that the sign read "Cafeteria". He then thought to himself'
Praetyre: "Hmm. I could use some liquid refreshment…”
He then opened the door, looking to see if there was any vending machines selling drinks. He saw one and walked over to it. He then took a 10 Moolah note from his pocket and inserted it, pressing the button for Sekto Springs Water. The machine rumbled, pushing the beverage out with its automated systems, and then the bottle fell. The rumbling had stopped, so Praetyre took the bottle and drunk around a quarter of it right away. The taste was sweet, pure.
"No wonder this stuff is so expensive!" he thought.
He then walked out of the cafeteria and headed upstairs. He found a chair in the corridors outside the R&R room, took a seat, and fell asleep.
He later awoke, feeling much less irate, walked over to the executive offices door, and knocked again, to see if the boss was back.

Wash scowled at Molt angrily, but in truth had been quite shaken by the grizzled old slig's words. Then Slap trundled back into the room and began asking questions about him.
"Erm, I am eight, I think. Actually I've never really kept track of the time, my life has sort of blurred together. That's about nineteen in mud years."
Slap waited for his next response, which annoyed Wash greatly.
"Hey, how am I supposed to know my temperature? You're the doctor, surely you have a thermometer? Isn't thirty-six degrees-see normal for a mudokon?" Later he would feel bad about the harshness of his response, but he had been thrown off-key by the prosepect of his impending doom, if Molt and his fingers had anything to do about it.

Molt grinned grimly. This was yet another chance for him to make the Mudokon feel even more frigthened and angry. So he decided to blurt out, "Tsk, tsk Ill face, I would have hoped that Vykkers could have told you your average body temperature so many years ago. But then again, if the Vykkers never tried to cure you, I bet they never cared one bloody crap about your medical papers. You probably don't even know your own name, and gave yourself a name on what you do. That's probably why you are always so angry, which is so Odd damn stupid as well.

Oh and, by the way, your anger is patheic. At least say something that would make him go running to his mum. I mean, come on, if you were beaten so many times, you would have at least been cursed at some point. Watch this."

This time, Molt directed his next statements at Slap.
"I'm even more angry at you, Mute neck. You should have at least known his own temperature, if you give a Odd damned crap about every poor wimp around here. Now your reputation has just made itself degraded. Hope yer happy, because even I know the average body temperature of a Mudokon. It's 63.85 Odd-in-height, for an usual Mudokon."

Slap became a bit pissed at this point and typed, "Molt, why on Oddworld do ever think that everyone around here, needs to be insulted around here?! This is why you aren't out of that cage! You come around the factory, acting like your boss and start telling people how to do their job. when you can't do your's! And..."

Molt didn't even seem the slightest bit impressed by his ranting. He said in a calm voice, "You are not moving me Slap. You are just typing things on your laptop, which I can just barely make out, and it doesn't make a arguement what so ever. Just learn to speak like me, and then we can nag about something pointless."

Slap rolled his eyes and typed, "I give up. Just come with me, Mudokon lifeform." Before he was going to walk away, there was one thing that stopped him. Gappiqu.
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Before that, something else happened. Gappiqu was now bursting with rage. Now that Dionysia was truely not his friend, because of his uncontrollable anger. Now he couldn't think all that too much, and decided just to go to Dek, and have his legs cut off. So Gappiqu cut the air by saying to the Vykker in front of him, "Hey bud, if you are still going in there, do something useful, and tell the boss that there was this b****** that came here last night, so tell him he should be beaten until the Mud is outta him!!"

So Gappiqu threw the native at the Vykker, without any care if the native could escape or even harming both the Vykker and the native. Gappiqu left in a huff, rushing to the labortory. After he was at the sign that said Dek's Lab, he finally went into the lab. Stomping his way through the materials around the lab, he finally found one of the awake doctors, Slap.

Gappiqu barked, "Hey buddy, slice off my legs!"

Slap rose a brow. He knew what he meant, but never that Gappiqu would ask like this. Something else must be going on with him. So he typed without giving off any anxiousity signs, "Sir, I am in fact, trying to accomplish an operation without distractions, so if you don't mind..."

Gappiqu screamed, nearly at the top of his lungs, "NOW!!!!!!!" He gripped Slap by theneck and pulled him up above his head. Slap, with a surprised and concerned look, was losing his air, without any chance to be let go. Slap thought, "This place is full of overly aggressive manics! How can I stop him?!" Slap realized that he had some medince in a needle that could possibily knock out this Slig for three hours. Slap tried to reach into his apron, without making it seem like that he was trying to grab something, but Gappiqu seemed to be have lifted him entirely, above his head. That made it so that he could see everything Slap was doing, which was a smart idea. But now, Slap would die of choking, and this Slig would probably wreak havoc on Rupture Farms. Trying to breath, Slap waited for some sort of distraction.

Molt, taking this all in, was a bit impressed. Gappiqu seemed like a Slig that would gasp when a law of the Magog Cartel is broken, not the type that would break one of them. Molt rose a metal brow, and thought, "Amateur. When you want something, you blackmail, not kill them without giving them at least seven seconds of saying something. Besides, I wouldn't even do that. But maybe, I can take advantage of this, seeing how they aren't going to listen to me."

Molt looked around, and saw something. It was a little screw from one of the old equipment in here. Molt smirked, but returned to his old stance. He said without showing any fear of what would happen, "Well Crappiqu, you have made yourself upgraded from crappy twit, to anger-mad moron. This may seem like that you are all powerful, but you still can't do the thug thing. If you are going to blackmail someone, actually have the body alive. Although it would be an improvement for mute neck, but you are just being a b****. Not a thug. So lose the tough guy act and I bet Slap would be a lot more negionatble alive."

Gappiqu was ready to draw a line when Molt made fun of still, even though clearly was showing that he was trying to choke someone. Gappiqu shouted again, "Oh shut up, metal brain!! Don't tell me anything, if you can't even do your job!!!" This time, he gripped on Slap's neck harder, causing him to squeak in trying to catch breath.

At this point, Molt grumbled. "Not doing my job!? Why you don't even know your job!!" Molt said a little more rougher this time, "See, this is why I hate you guys. You suppose I'm not doing my job by yelling at everyone, but none of you get the point. I do this because my job is this make sure they factory is completely functional. And maybe that means I should snap some into these people! Everywhere I go, everybody is either talking or complaining to Arnie! Gorecrap got what he got, because when he was suppose to do his job, he sneezed up the door of Arn's! And when he was to clean it up, he did nothing! Zip! So he deserved to be pushed and he decided that was something that meant that he was to die! He deserved to be shot, if all he think about, is making sure everyone's feelings aren't hurt!

Which brings up another reason why I yell. Everyone here considers each other equal, but never as one with respect. This Mud here feels like he can shout at everyone, but never learns in what we can do! That's why I threaten! To show I mean business, and I'm not going to give you an easy break if you don't do your work. That's what this factory needs around here! Displine! And it pisses me off to see you guys act like I'm a maniac, because of my ways! And another thing..."

Gappiqu was absolutely outraged with Molt's ways of using everyone to make themselves stupid. Gappiqu didn't care about the operation anymore. This was about to kill Molt, until his body parts are in a grinder. Gappiqu dropped Slap, not caring about his sudden deep gasp, or that he was struggling himself up. Gappiqu reached into his gun handles and the other hand into one of his pockets. Taking out his slingshot and his last grenade, he placed both on each other, and pointed the slingshot at Molt. Gappiqu shouted, "Say goodbye, brother!!"

Slap, heaving for more breath, looked at Gappiqu furiousily. Now this Slig, was worse than Molt. Now he will really kill someone, but he would be resposible, so Slap knew he had to act fast. So he went through his apron, thinking, "Come on, where is that needle?!" At last, he found a needle, and it was full of knock out medince. Slap rushed over to Gappiqu, and stabbed him in the neck to knock him out. But it was too late. Gappiqu pulled the trigger.

Yet, this was what Molt had been anticapating for. Right when the grenade was hurling toward him, he threw the screw just as fast. Just then, both the grenade and screw blew in a minute, causing fire to last for two seconds. The damage was nothing big, but Gappiqu was flown back, but he didn't land on Slap. He landed on the floor. Two other things that happened, was that two of the lightblubs over head of the explosion, died. There was this little shadow glumily was apparent in front of Molt. Speaking of Molt, he wasn't damaged at all. The metal prevented any damage toward him. The cage, however, was severly damaged. There was this hole in front of him, which could make an easy escape. Molt grinned at these events, but he didn't go running just yet.

Slap, with blurred vision, due to the explosion and the lack of breath, took a few moments to take this all in. He couldn't see Molt too well, so he didn't see the holein cage. But he was able to see a chair behind him, and decided to sit down. He took in many deep breaths and thought, "Odd, the second day here, and already I have nearly been killed, by two different people! Can't I have a break? But yet, my job isn't about me, it's about others. So I will stand strong."

After some moments of near quietness, Slap stood up, and wrote, "Thank you Molt, for saving my life. I will let you be, but if you try to harm any more people, I will see that your crimes will be reported to your mother, Skillya. I will release you once I'm done with this Mudokon."

Slap looked at the Mudokon and rose his hand, in a gesture to respresent that he wanted him to get up. ut he didn't realize that Molt was now grinning like a puppy with a new toy. He had just got freedom from someone who was extermely tired, and probably doesn't know of his plans. Now, he just had get out of here once Slap was gone.

(Ooc: Grr, the computer ate all my hard typing in this thread. I'll just have to try again.)
Duagen was watching Gappiqu work himself into a state and was begining to realise that being so close to him now was not a good idea, on account of the easiest head to get right now for Gappiqu was Duagen's. However, before he could act on this, he found himself getting thrown violently into the poor vykker that had set him off, and then watched Gappiqu stormed off like the wrath of Odd.
Finding that some wire had been broken in one way or another in the fall, Duagen untangled himself in a moment and took off in a four-legged scramble to the nearest door he knew didn't contain the boss of the factory. Thinking that the dark mud would be after him, he turned some corners quite fast and skidded to a stop in the middle of the grinding room. Shooting a look at the doorway behind him, he jumped up onto the walkway rail, balanced for a moment, and lept for some non-sharp machinery. His aim was not off and he started climbing on it to the top of the room.

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Nails finished the breakfast of scrab legs and walked out of the caffeteria. He looked around for the paramite, then decided it had gone. As there was still no-one around, he decided to walk back up to the R&R room to find out what was happening.

Praetyre stood stunned after the apoplectic Slig threw the Mudokon into his arms. He watched the Mudokon run away, and was so shocked by the whole affair that he fainted.

OOC: Sorry for being unactive lately, I didn't have any ideas how to continue. I should interact more with other characters, I guess. I'll do so.

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#7 Slig got out of his bed. "Well, let's get to work." he said to Rick. "Now that everything's fixed 'round the Grinding Station, we can resume production."

"Uh, the pipes above the grinders are not fixed, if I remember right." noted Rick.

"Oh, yeah right. I must find Gappiqu and tell him to continue then. But wait, pipes usually have valves on them. Maybe you should turn them off, so steam won't escape at the unfinished pipes." said #7 Slig.

"Yeah, then I'll turn the boilers on, and we can resume production. Let's go then." said Rick.

They left the R+R. Rick made his way to the stairs, while #7 Slig wondered where Gappiqu could be. Then he heard an exploison from one of the rooms nearby. He ran past the toilets, and looked around. To the right, it was darker than usually, and there was glittering debris at the door of the Labs. #7 Slig ran to the door, and looked inside cautiously. He saw silhouettes in the dark room, so he called. "Hey, who's in there?"

OOC: No problemo, although, Dripik, Bonty was wondering what the shifts were and asked #7.

IC: Slap, realizing that there was another Slig in the Lab, prayed that they came to find out about the explosion. Slap grabbed his laptop, and sneaked out of the shadows shiftily to reveal himself.

When he looked at the Slig, he reconized him. He was that Slig that was in control of security. It was in the brochure. Slap thought, "He must be here for the explosion. No matter. but seeing how he is related to Arnie in some way, prehaps I should tell him of Molt, Gappiqu, and Dionysia."

Shaping himself up for a conversation, he typed on his keyboard, "Good morning, #7. I don't think we have met before. My name is Slap Humbuy, the newest doctor assistant. The people in this Labortory, are Stuey J. Sligwell, Linc the Mudokon, Molt the Slig, Gappiqu the Slig, Dek, another Mudokon, and myself.

And don't say it, I think I know why you are here. Because of the explosion of a shot grenade. To explain to you how it happened, I'm afraid Gappiqu has been a little too angry today. His outburst caused him to pull out a shot gun, motified into a slingshot, to shoot a grenade at Molt. Molt cleverily was able to throw something, to cause the grenade to blow up before it reached a killing zone toward him. No one was injuried at all, but Gappiqu is unconscoius, fortunently.

However, it has came to my attention that Gappiqu has commited other acts as well and so did others the other day. Molt and Gappiqu both have tried to severally harm me, and have been successful. Molt ordered his Slog to attack my leg, and that is why I wear a bandage around my leg. Gappiqu nearily choked me unconscious, and as I said before, tried to kill Molt with a grenade. Yet, Molt also tried to strangle another Slig, named Srag, who really was an outlaw, but threatened to kill Gappiqu as well. Molt also has been harrasing my patients and tried to kill another Slig as well, named Goresplatter. Gappiqu, as you know slacked off, and nearily caused hundreds of moolah to go down the drain.

Gappiqu also has done the unspeakble among the Slig society. He flew in love with two different Mudokons, one named Anni and another named Dionysia. It was obvious that he did, as he had shown Khanzumer love signs. You might want to report that to Arnie.

Another thing, Dionysia might be showing signs of loving Gappiqu just the same. She also has not been commiting to do work. She hasn't done anything construtive in this factory. I know that she is a experiment, meant to help security do their job, but she is still a Mudokon, and still needs to do some certain things around here.

Even though they have all been breaking the rules and codes, they have done something supportive to this factory. Molt fixed a meat saw, and saved me from unconsciousness. Gappiqu also done a lot to grinders, and helped Dionysia catch a native Mudokon breaking in. Dionysia also supported Gappiqu in catching a native Mudokon. Maybe you should report this all to Arnie."
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Bonty realized that he had literally ditched #7 him for someone else, named Gappiqu. Bonty decided that he should at least to try to escape before they realize he left. Maybe the work shift hasn't started yet.

He decided to see what the Mudokons in the R+R had in mind. Quickly, he went over to to one of the Mudokons, and tried to wake her up by shaking her.
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Kix groaned and awoke after some random Mudokon was shaking her awake. She mummered, "Am I late for work already?"

Bonty thought about it and said, "I don't think so. I can't tell time. But it seems like it. But get up, we need to get out of here."

Kix rose an brow and used her arms to pull up her upper half body. She gave a weird face toward this grayish brown Mudokon. Kix said while putting her hands on her hips. She said with a note of attidute, "What do you mean by, get out of here? Where Rick and #7?" Suddenly, she feared that something unexpected happened.

Bonty said without any note of change of voice, "No silly, we need to escape. I can't take it anymore with the Glukkons and Sligs! Please, I need someone to help me escape!"

Kix remembered that Bud had tried to escape too. And it didn't end well. Trying to prevent tears from coming back, she replied, "Trust me, this place is top shape. The worst part about this place is that we aren't payed, and the jerks around here. Besides, not a lot of Mudokons haven't successfully escaped from here. But I know a few people around here who would want to. And if I'm feeling OK, I will come. But trust me, I have had a bad experience with escaping, and I don't want to leave permanently, you know, go away from away from it all, but come back, to do some work again."

Bonty exhaled deeply and said, "Well I for one is only coming back to save all of my siblings. So will you come with me or not?"

Kix thought about it and said, "I will come with you depheding on what happens today, so wait a while, OK?"

Bonty narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm leaving now. So you will have plenty of time to think about when I come back to escape again." He stormed off, looking for more Mudokons to find. Kix shook her head and thought, "Poor guy. I hate to know how will this will end."

She got up from her bed, did her morning stretch, and yawned. It was another day, and maybe she could find #7 and Rick. She exited the R+R and started looking.

#7 Slig watched the words appear on Slap's laptop and read. "Thanks for summing it up. So Gappiqu went berserk, huh? Wonder why... He didn't tell you, I guess. We'll see when he wakes up." he said.

He read further. "Well, yeah, what can you do? Sligs usually act like that. Some of them, at least. You know what? I'll tell RG to check in now and then, he's been guarding the boss lately, his office is on this level, he's not far from..." he stopped talking, because of the metallic clatter coming from outside.

"Did someone mention my identification?" said RG-49, coming inside the room. He looked at the people in the Labs, and finally looked at #7 Slig. "Slig organic, Boss of Security. I heard you were talking about me with the Intern organic."

"Yes, I want you to keep an eye... or, whatever you have, an optical thing..." said #7 Slig uncertainly.

"Optical sensor with night vision, heat seeking..." started RG-49.

"Yeah, that, so keep a sensor on the Labs, OK. Slap has been attacked a few times, and we can't afford to have our medical stuff beat up." said #7 Slig, interrupting him.

Wash lifted a shaking hand slowly to his face and wiped off the dust. He had no idea what the hell had just happened, but he hoped that the recent event sof his life would not become the norm. He shot a cursory glance over to Linc to assure himself that he was okay, then looked down upon the unconcious slig on the floor. He swore.
"Jejuzu shing..."
Then he made a rude sign at Molt, and wondered where Slap had got to. He went over to the lab door and looked out.
"Did anyone see where Slap-"
He stopped short at the sight of the slig and greeter outside.
"Err... right. Hello. Erm... Yeah."

OOC: Actually, RG-49 isn't really a Greeter, he is more of those robots you think of how he looks like in your head.

IC: Molt heard that there was another Slig in the Labortory, and that Slap went to greet him. Grimacing at that his escape couldn't happen soon, as long as the Slig was here, he tried to hear in on what the Slig was responding to what Slap was saying. To what he was hearing it sounded like that Slap was telling this Slig of what happened in the Lab only a few minutes ago and of the past events. Molt had some relief knowing that it was Gappiqu they were talking about. He grinned, and payed no attention to Wash's rude mummerings and actions.

But then the conversation with some sort robot got into place. It sounded like that Slap had told the Slig of what Molt did him yesterday. And know, from what he heard that some sort of advanced Snoozer was keeping sensor on the Lab. Molt narrowed his brows and muttered in the Slig language, "BS". Molt liked Snoozers, but they were a pain at Vykker Labs, and at his old factory, being that they needed auotherizing to get past them. And this probably was even part Greeter, making it worse. Molt grimaced at his luck and saw that Wash had came into the story. He didn't care about the Mud, being that he barely thought of anyone besides himself.

Molt, sat in his cage, trying to think of a new plan. It had to avoid interacting with Slap, or getting involved with the Snoozer/Greeter robot.
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Slap nodded in pleasure and saw that there was some sort of droid was now protecting the Lab. He was glad that was done and wrote to the droid, "Thank you, Mechincal Droid, for your services. I hope it won't be any trouble."

Next, Slap looked at #7. He remembered what he had said about Sligs, but he thought different. Sligs' pshcology was not hard to understand, and he knew why so many people were being hurt every 3 hours. He typed "I know that Sligs can be a handful, but I think I can assign thearpy sessions with the Sligs damaging the factory. You see, many of the Sligs here are use to beating up Mudokons. But being that Mudokons have a voice of opinion here, Sligs will most likely think different, and they will have emotional conflict with each other. And most likely, it would end with a gun fight. So, when I have time, I could see Arnie about this. Is that OK?"

Once Wash got in, Slap rose an eyebrow, since the Mudokon obviousily didn't interact with so much security at one time before. He decided to work at him now, and typed to #7, "I'm sorry sir, but you may have to leave. I think my patients would like it better if this place wasn't so crowded."

OOC: Yeah, RG's no Greeter or Snoozer, he has two legs, two arms, a head and a rifle. Your basic picture of a robot.

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"OK, I'll go then and leave you to your patients." said #7 Slig, then turned to RG-49. "I'm going to see the boss now. You can stay here for a while, just don't disturb the medical staff, OK?"

"As long as they don't initiate violence on eachother. Then, I might attempt to neutralize them, since you ordered me to keep them safe." said RG-49.

"OK..." said #7 Slig slowly. "Hey, if you neutralize them, they won't be safe anymore."

"'To neutralize' was just a manner of speech, Slig organic. I could have said 'disable' or 'pull apart'. Anyway, I will handle any violent situations that may commence." said RG-49.

#7 Slig shook his head and went out of the Labs. He passed the Security Office and arrived at the Executive Office. He went inside and looked around in the entry hall. He turned left and knocked on the Executive R+R's door. A loud yawn could be heard from inside. "Come in." said Arnie.

#7 Slig opened the door. Arnie was sitting in his chair, looking at him, while Otto was stirring in his bed. "Morning, boss and Otto."

"Morning, #7 Slig." said Arnie, looking around in the room. "Needed that sleep." he said, then looked back at #7 Slig, who was looking at Arnie. "What's going on?"

"Slap told me a few things a few minutes ago, boss. You know, the new Intern at the Labs." he added, since Arnie rolled his eyes slowly, trying to remember, then nodded. "There was an explosion in the Labs recently, caused by Gappiqu."

"Gappiqu?" asked Otto, sitting up in his bed. "Who would've thought that he'd go berserk, huh?"

"Exactly. He tried to strangle Slap, then shot a grenade at Molt, but it didn't hit him, everyone's OK. Gappiqu's unconscious, though."

"I see." said Arnie. "Anything else?"

"Well... Slap said something about a native... Yeah, Gappiqu and Dionysia captured a native Mudokon. It seems they are having a relationship, also. I mean, Gappiqu and Dionysia. And... Molt is sort of going psycho, too. I ordered RG to keep an eye on the Labs."

"So just another average day, is it?" asked Otto sarcastically.

OOC: Sorry about the error earlier. I've edited it, just to make the story consistent. Let's say Praetyre was out for a time and didn't hear the explosion.
IC:
Praetyre woke, dazed. The memory of the organic barrage was still fresh, but he composed himself with the thought that he was not hurt, the Slig had gone, and he could be on the way to a new job. He then saw that the door to the Executive Office was open, and peeked inside.

Nobody was there.
"Strange. Either the boss is sleeping somewhere else or... he's woken up"
Praetyre then heard the sounds of Glukkons talking nearby. He gently closed the office's door and ran off to the source of the sounds.

Seeing that they were in the middle of a conversation, Praetyre patiently waited near the end of the corridor they were walking down.

Can i join? Heres my characters profile.
Name: Rygar
Race: Slig
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Appearance: Like an ordinary slig except he has a long scarf on his neck
Personality: Rygar is a cunning and eccentric Slig who likes to goof around though is dead serious in combat. He is also a decent mechanic
Equipment: A rapid fire blaster.(He also has jet's on the feet of his pants though he can only hover for a few seconds.)

*The new recruit Rygar is walking down corridor when he saw a fellow worker known as Praetyre standing in the same corridor.*
*Rygar walks over to Praetyre to ask him where the boss is.*
Rygar: Hey do you know where the boss is?

OOC: Er, Praetyre isn't a worker yet. Plus, try to provide some introduction for your character. For example, mine arrived on the train. Even a simple one would be good.
IC:
Praetyre looked at the Slig standing in front of him. He then replied;
"He's down the corridor. He's in the middle of a conversation with some employee, sounds like a Slig. Another Glukkons there too. Anyway, you and me can just wait for a bit until that old chap finishes chatting. By the way, what position are you applying for? I heard they had a lab, and you know, us Vykkers and labs, we go together like Sligs and Slogs, you know.."

(Do'h! i forgot about the introduction. well anyways rygar got here by train and then explored the place a bit to look for the boss so he could introduce himself and then that was when he found praetyre.)
Rygar: Well i'm applying to be a security gaurd cause you know Slig's like there gun's and shooting them as much as Vyker's like there lab's.

Praetyre replied;
"Indeed. You Sligs seem to have an almost genetic attraction to weaponry. I'm glad we're friends with your superiors!*Laugh* Anyway, have you done anything before this? I used to work part time at the university lab as an assistant. You should of seen the crazy things the teacher did in there. I mean, one time, he performed an operation combining a Paramite with a Scrab! Honestly, the head motions was like a Clakker with Enlargititis! Don't worry, though, the creature didn't suffer. He looked like he was happy to be alive again."

Rygar: Well i took a few combat training courses and had a part time job as a mechanic though i got fired by my boss for replacing the engine of a customers vehicle with an experimental super speed engine i made though the speed part was a success it proved to be to fast to control. Though do'nt worry the customer is still alive though he has a broken arm from the incident.

ooc: Greetings chappies, just thought I should pop in on my Aunt's PC in Canada to flex my moderator muscles (or something like that). I'm going home to England on Saturday (yes, two days after this terrorist threat) but decided to post now to get some rules straight to our two newbies.

Alright RTM and Patrick, you're both posting reasonably well, grammar is good and all, but it's important that you make longer, more meaningful posts, rather than a loooong list of short ones. When someone sees a conversation between two characters only, a lot of our members (past and present) will often ignore it, so if you attempt to interact with them, they'll probably miss it. More experienced RPers will dismiss several short posts as n00bish rubbish, whether its true or not, and then when your posting does improve people wil assume that its stil n00bish rubbis and you'll often find yourself pushed out of the RPG, which is never a happy experience for our newbies.
The other general (though usually unspoken) rule is that you don't post more than 2 or 3 times a day in this thread (obviously what you do elsewhere doesn't matter) and if you find that you and one (maybe two) others are the only people posting over two or three days then stop posting until some other members get back in. Though neither of you have done it, I'll just warn you not to double post in character as well.

I should stick some of that in the newbie thread. So much to work on...


IC: (Alright, it's what you all wanted)
Dionysia at in a corner of the train station and watched in silence as a slig left a train and entered the factory without so much as a look around.

Admittedly she was bored. This wasn't as interesting as she remembered it being when she was younger (with wasn't that long ago when it came down to it).
She was considering what was probably the more entertaining option of going off to irritate the boss, when another train pulled into the Rupture Farms station. It looked rather expensive, like the ones she'd seen working for larger companies, and bore several familiar logos on the side. She realised that they represented various companies that had sponsore her creation. Which meant...
She stood up, a self-indulgent smile crossing her face. The train slid to a halt and the door thumped open. A rather old vykker stepped out carrying a bag with both its bottom arms, looked around and, seeing Dionysia, made the expression that for a vykker represents a fatherly grin. "Dionysia, my child! You came to welcome me! How did you know I would be arriving?"

ooc: I'll write a character profile for this guy in a couple of days. I'll leave you guessing until then (it's not that hard to work out; I'd just rather be on my own computer when I write the profile)

OOC: Thanks for making that clear, Splat. I was wondering when would you return to RPing.

So, welcome to W@RF, rick! Profile's OK, but you should edit the entry of your character in your first post. I know you posted how he got in the factory later, but it would make things clearer.

This Executive Office thing is another source of confusion. Earlier, the Office and the Executive R+R were separate rooms, but this changed over time. The way I imagine it, you can enter an Executive Office entry hall on the 1st floor. In that room, there are two doors on either side: one leading to the Ex. R+R on the left, and another leading to the Ex. Office on the right. Maybe I'll do a map of the area sometimes.

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"Well, thanks for telling us about that stuff, #7 Slig." said Arnie, getting up from his chair. "Let's get to work then."

"Sure." said Otto, getting to his feet and joining the others as they made to the entry hall. "Hey, are there people outside?" he asked, when he heard a conversation from outside.

"You two go and check it out." said Arnie. "I'll be in the Office. Otto, take care of everything out there, OK?"

"Right, as usual, being Flak Clerk and all." said Otto, and left the room with #7. There, they met two new employees. "I'll handle this, you go and do your job." he said to #7 Slig.

"OK." said #7 Slig and went to reach the stairs. "A breakfast is in order before work, though." he thought.

"So, you guys new here, I see. I'm Otto, Assistant of the Boss and Flak Clerk of the factory." said Otto to the Slig and the Vykker.

Praetyre loitered around the lounge pursuing more small talk with Rygar, until the blue suited Glukkon arrived and explained the situation. In reply, Praetyre stated;
"Thank you, for answering my call. I have been waiting for quite a while to see the head of this facility, and althought you are not quite at the helm, you seem to be quite high up. Anyway, does your post permit hiring new staff members? I'd like to see if there are any available posts. My friend here seems to be interested in a job as a security guard of some kind, where as I would prefer a more... scholarly position at your facility."

ooc: profile for my vykker can be found here. Having never played MO, I'm throwing myself in at the deep end a little, but here goes anyway.


IC:
Dionysia was still smiling the smile of a spoilt child on Christmas morning. "Dr Krik! I didn't think they'd be sending anyone for a few more days."
"Ah well, with the mess your friend Stivik uncovered here just before leaving, we thought it wiser to have someone on hand in case Arnie showed himself to be foolish, as well as incompetent..." He was examining herclosely, squinting through his tiny spectacles, and his gaze rested on her arm where a grey scar from her injury yesterday marked her otherwise smooth skin. "And it appears he already has been..." He skuttled over to her and examined the scar closely.
She brushed him off. "It's nothing. My own fault."
"Yes, but it's never happened before. Didn't you give Arnie the message?"
"Yeah, but it doesn't seem to have sunk in yet that he lives as long as I'm happy. I'd like to say I had him under control, but he doesn't seem to respond to blackmail the way I'd like."
Krik considered this for a few minutes. "I'll have to see this boss of yours. If you'd be so kind as to escort me to his office?"

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Somi had wrapped web round Anni's wound where the slog had bitten her. "What were you doing out in the stockyards that early, Anni?"
Anni decided to keep part of the story to herself. "I was outside; Arnie's let me make a garden to grow spices for the factory. and then this big scrab came out of nowhere. I... I ran out into the stockyards and hid for the night... Thanks for helping me out there."
Somi didn't notice Anni's hesitation and accepted the story. "So you're going to be busy now?"
Anni nodded, biting her lip. "Yeah, but it'll be something I like doing, and I'll be out in the stockyards so I'll see you more. I better go back inside."
Somi nodded and let her leave. Anni didn't like lying to her friend, but she couldn't bear to face what she had done... No, what Nova had done through her. She stopped walking and tried to sense the presence of ehr friend, but for all she felt she could have been alone.
"Why do you do this to me?" She asked aloud, but no reply came. After a while she continued walking till she came to the cafeteria, where she found a tray of scrab legs, picked one up and went off to eat it.

#7 Slig climbed down the stairs and arrived in the main hall on the ground floor. He went past the the workshop and arrived to the Cafeteria. He went to the counter and took a Scrab Leg and a bottle of water. He turned around and saw that Anni was already eating at one of the tables.

"Hey Anni. Mind if I sit down?" asked #7 Slig and sat down. He started eating. "Um, you haven't had any problems lately, have you?" he asked her. He meant 'problems with Sligs', but problems are not only caused by Sligs, he thought. Sligs are usually violent by their nature. "Especially if they have been injected with stimulants..." he thought, with a picture of a BigBro in his mind. He remembered the old times in the Slig Barracks, the brawls, target practices in the Rifle Range... There was always something to do, and Sligs didn't have time for anything else than training. This gave #7 Slig an idea, but he concentrated on the present.

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"Yeah, I guess we can use some help at the Labs. There were a few accidents lately. OK, you're hired... What was your name again?" he asked Praetyre. "And what about you?" he turned to the Slig next to Praetyre.

Rygar: I'm Rygar! *Rygar then heard a screech in the building and then realised that he was'nt holding the suitcase he was carrying when he left the train.*
Rygar: Umm.. excuse me for a moment i think i forgot something.
*Rygar then ran towards the direction of the screaching noise.* *He then found his suite case abd opned it revealing a small paramite he picked up during the final trest of a combat training course in which he had to get through a cave filled with paramites.* *Rygar then told the paramitre to be quiet and put it back in the suite case and ran back to Otto.*
Rygar: Ok i'm back!
OOC:I will post the profile for the paramite in the profile thread later.

OOC: Thanks for clearing that up for me guys. I suppose I must have taken RG to be a Greeter after I read its profile, and the motion detector thing didn't help :p. Plus RG-49 sounds like a Greeter name to me (don't ask).

IC: Wash relaxed slightly as the slig departed. He was gratefull that Slap had asked him to leave, as he was becoming quite nervous with so many armed (and seemingly unhinged) guards around. But he didn't relax for long.
"Hey, are you sure this thing is s-?"

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His vision was blurry, but the light was so bright he shut his eyes anyway. Linc had just regained consciousness and was feeling very disorientated. He tried to move, but quickly reconsidered when pain shot through his body like an electric current. But he could hear perfectly well, and was vaguely aware of having been deafened previously. With this revelation his memories of the fiasco that lead to his situation flooded back. Wash! Where could he be?

Linc had the sudden feeling of being back on a Vykkers' experimenting table, and started to hyperventerlate. He could hear sligs and their harsh voices, and strange mechanical sounds. He did not like it one bit.

Praetyre watched Rygar run away, then turned his head back to Otto. He then replied;
"Praetyre. My name is Praetyre Volkus Mihkov, in full. I am sorry to hear about the accidents. Just out of curiousity, was that rather aggressive Slig who nearly got me torn to shreds in the basement and then threw a prisoner so hard it nearly broke several of my bones by any chance involved? If so, I'd like to request that he not work anywhere near me or the lab for a good while. Maybe, if you wanted to, you could bring in a company Shrink. My family is rich enough to get their hands on one, and I'm sure they'd be willing to help a family member's friend."

OOC: It's sort of getting frustrating now that I have so much to do, and my posts are so long.

Anyway, I'm back from a hiking trip. Did 47 miles in 3.5 days. Pretty good.

I find it pretty funny that Praetyre would like not to be near Sligs like angry Gappiqu, or Molt. Because every kind of those Sligs end up in the Lab one point or another.

Nice to see you back, Splat. I see that Dionysia is still trying to get Arnie fired. Yet, sending a Vykker probably wasn't the best decision, being that most of the Mudokons hate Vykkers (*cough*Anni*cough*) and espically Gappiqu.

IC: Slap, in his head, finished the word safe for the Mudokon. Yet, what was important was whether or not this Mudokon should use this device. The machine works for his kind, so is there a reason for him not to use the machine? In all of his years of being a doctor, never has he had to consider the patient could not use one of his most successful treating machines. Then again, the machine required the body to be in a calm state, in order for the gas to allow the body to go into an unconscious state of mind. And if this Mudokon was highly stressed, this machine wouldn't do so much good. Slap sighed, and replied on his keyboard, "Mudokon Worker, I myself see this as the safest, and fastest way for you to get better. However, you can choose the alternvate.(sp?) You could take the rest of the day off, stay in the Lab, and rest. That could be very helpful as well, but being that this Lab is being skinned as we speak, being somewhere where psychos live is not my suggestion. In this machine, you will be in a place of relaxation, far from harm. However, it will only work, if you trust it."
Hopefully, this would make him think otherwise.
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Molt was just fumed right now. He couldn't find a way to escape from this ditch. The longer he waited, the more time Slap could squeeze in to send him to Arnie's. And if he escaped now, this Snoozer/Greeter would sense as a prisoner escaping, and he would most likely would fall asleep for the rest of the morning. That wasn't good either. This Snoozer/Greeter also understood the universal Oddworld language, so....

Suddenly, Molt got a brillant idea. And this was going to get himself out Lab. As hastily as he could, he got up on his two arms, and tried to crawl himself into the main Lab, where RG-49 could see him. Or sense him.

When he saw him, Molt realized that RG-49 was not in fact a Greeter, or a Snoozer. It was just a robot. The same robot that helped him yesterday. It wasn't too much to worry about anyway. So this helped a bit. But after that, Molt limped his way to RG-49, for one, he hadn't stretched yet, and two, he wanted to make it realistic. Molt cried out to RG-49, "Save me from this monster!!!"

Slap had heard molt's arms running, but before he could do anything, Molt had been calling him a monster. Slap was about to type to him, but Molt started crying, and cried again, "This- this Intern has been trying to kill me! He first tried to threaten me with a Snuzi, telling me to stop doing my job, when I was perfectly fine! He doesn't help anyone, in fact, he made an 'accident', just so my case, when I was in trouble, would be ignored! Plus, he is going to use this machine on that Mudokon, that will killlllll him! And my Slog, he tried to kill my Slog! When I was being almost shot, my Slog stood up for me, and tried to kill Slap, but Slap shot my poor Max dead!! That's why I can't see him anymore! And the Slig named Gappiqu, was nearily stabbed to death by Slap, if I hadn't help him survive! Honest, this all true! Just help me get out of here!!"

Slap was stupified by this. Molt was exaggrating what he done so many hours ago! And he wasn't going to let any of these lies go on his resume and get degraded back to a nurse. Slap tried to type panicly, "This Slig is a liar! I did none of this nonsense! For starters, this machine, is extermely safe, and it's impossible to die in here! And that Slog that attacked me, was ordered to attack, and I have no experience with a gun! I couldn't have killed the Slog, in fact he is..."

Slap stopped there. He didn't know where the Slog was. In fact, he bet there is no proof that he didn't kill the Slog. So Slap continued, as Molt wailed quite convincingly, "If you don't believe me, go look at yesterday's video footage. Or, we wake Dek up for his, I mean her's, I mean hir, story."

OOC: Dripik, you can do anything with Slap or Molt, I don't mind.

I won't post as Kix or Bonty for a while, until I have Molt and Gappiqu out of the Lab.