*Stays looking at Rick and #7 Slig while they are on the belt*
Nick: Oh my Odd! Your not serieus about someone actualy being in that dumb are you? Thats discusting!!
*Thinks of all the smelling meat of dead scrabs and paramites...*
Nick: I might have an idea, those containers can be trown on the side to empty them right? Where is the control station for that thing, it would be a lot easyer for the guy to get out. And you dont have to fly down there.
(OOC: Im still reading the first part of this RPG
. Im now at page 8, something with a shadow in the vents or something, anyway, the old one is totaly great! I almost died laughing, well gonna read further now.)