RM: *to #7 slig* Sure... We'll take her... *takes Jayne's hand and whispers to her* My Odd Jayne! What were you thinking back there? You could've get yourself killed!
Jammer: *sniggers* I know someone who has a date with the meat grinder...
RM: *barks back to Jammer* Shut up!
Jammer: Oohh... touchy, touchy, touchy... Can it Weed, the girl's safe an' sound. C'mon, let's get her to the boss!
RM: Sure... *looks at Jayne* Don't worry Liebling, everything's gonna be okay. The boss is not mad at you--and I can assure you that he doesn't even know that it was you let the paramites loose...
Jammer:--Will you shut up Weed!? All that sweet-talk is making me sick... Let's just get her to the boss, aye? ....*raises eyebrow and grins* Or do I need to carry you both there?
RM: *casts a dull look at Jammer's direction*...No... thank you. *turns back to Jayne slowly leading her to Arnie*
Listen, Jayne--you trust me don't you? If you do, you can cast aside the fear, dearest. Arnie will understand you. He's a decent guy-- for a glukkon... *continues soothing Jayne*
Jammer: Oh man... How does she do it? How can she listen to that sweet-mumbo-jumbo without throwing up? *scratches the back of his head*... Must be one of 'em girl powers... chicks are probably resistant to sweet-talk or somethin'....
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Ammy: *hears far-away howling* Huh?...*sniff*... A-Adrian...? *stands up* ...Adrian? ...ADRIAN!? Where are you boy!
*looks around nervously*
Ammy: (What if he's hurt!)...Adrian don't move! Mommy's coming!
*runs to the direction, where she thinks she hear the voice coming from*
Ammy: Adrian! Keep howling boy, so I can hear you! Don't worry, I'll find you!
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