Molt grumbled to himself. That Gappiqu guy was giving him some major distrust from Arnie already. But Molt clearly knew that his own weakness was his own uncontrolable rage. He promised to himself he would never do that again.
He said to Arnie to negioate, "Well, can't I just keep an eye on that dark skin mud? It would take a load off your back and you could decide wheather or not to trust me on repairing the grinders. Also, you could have my gun for the time being." He placed the Wolvark gun on Arnie's desk to fully convience him. "If something goes wrong, I'll use Max, my slog. Don't worry, he is as fast as any fully grown slog. So, what do you say?"
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Gappiqu entered through a shaft that he supposed that went to a cafateria. He sat in the corner, ignoring the soft music in the backround. His hunger was killing him and Molt was probably having a lectar from Arnie about the descruation policy, so he thought he could rest for a while while having his lunch. Being fired many times wasn't easy for Gappiqu.
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