Boogie sighed as the scrab walked away with Anni.
"Well... glad that's over with."
He lifted Stivik out of his pants and carefully placed him on the table.
"Hmm, he got lucky it wasn't some acid or something. You need to store those chemicals somewhere safe. But anyway, what's up with all that argueing between Stivik and her? It seems rather... personal."
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Floyd looked at the sligs like they were stupid.
"Ehh... Guys, it's not that hard to figure. This cart with the pretty grinding stuff needs to go to the grinding area. And those critters need to go to the cafeteria... I guess. I'll make a start."
He walked to the back of the cart and started pushing it to the door.
"Anybody care to join? This thing isn't as light as it seems."
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Jim: "Oh, Odd, there's a slig down there, lets just get going before I freeze up or something."
"Just keep staring in front o-waah!" Scruben yelled as Jim started running again.
As Scruben ran after him, the walkway seemed to screech. Within a matter of seconds Scruben felt the pressure on his wrist grow strongly and couldn't feel the ground under his feet. He regripped his hand to soothe the pressure a bit. With a little whimper in his voice he asked:
"Uh, Jim? Where did the floor go?"
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