OOC: Uhm, MM, RG-49 is not like a Slig, he's almost taller than a Glukkon. Just an ordinary robot. I didn't point that out in his profile, though. Doesn't really matter, anyway.
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#7 Slig: "Boss, it's Floyd speaking. He wants your permission on ordering new parts for the broken grinders.
Arnie: "Yeah, that's a good idea. Hold the radio for me, #7 Slig."
#7 Slig pressed the button on his radio again and held it up in front of Arnie's face.
Arnie: "Floyd, I give you permission on buying the required parts. Do your best with those grinders."
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RG-49 turned away from the grinders to Dek, examining him instead.
RG-49: "Vykkers Scientist organic."
He turned back to the grinders.
RG-49: "Even if I'm related by some means to the non-intelligent mech-creature we are looking at now, I can't reproduce or give any of my parts away for its restoration. As the Mudokon organic Floyd said, we need new parts. Until those arrive, I can hardly do anything. Though, I can look around and see if I can save anything from the remains."
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Rick placed the crate of raw Scrab Legs on the counter. He filled a tray of them, then took a fistful of spice from a container nearby, and strewn it on the Scrab Legs. Then he grabbed the tray and put it in a large oven and closed its door. He pressed a few buttons on the oven, drew a chair and sat down on it.
Rick: "That's done. I fancy some water after that."
Rick opened a bottle of water and drank, while he watched the Scrab Legs frying in the oven.
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