Gore hurries into the lift. He found moving with these new legs made him a little more agile. He could now, for instance, jump, without buying a pair of legs capable of doing so (which usually costed lots of Moolah).
Goresplatter: "Heheh, lets get a proper entrance on this Molt fellow shall we?"
He started winding the lift down to the right level. He got there and opened the door, standing at the back of the lift.
Goresplatter: "You go first, I gotta try somethin'"
Quietly he jumped upwards and grabbed one of the metal supports, and slowly pulled his legs up to meet the other side. He was clinging to the roof of the lift now.
Goresplatter: "Hah, this is fun! I wonder if I can..."
He crawled forward, about the speed of a slurg, but eventually came to the opening of the lift. He crawled upwards onto the wall of the grinder room, then a little further until he was clinging on to the roof of the room. He looked about while he was there. He could see Molt, holding Stuey visciously in the air. He crawled around the room some more until he was just right and above Molt, unseen in the shadows, and waited for a good moment to make himself known.
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Meanwhile, Vykker X was sitting comfortably in his chair, laughing to himself. He was tremendously rich, and his new project was going exactly to his plan. He picked up his phone and dialed the number of Rupture Farms executive office, aka Arnie's room, and let out another manic laugh.
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