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OOC: I'm indeed sorry for starting this. It's just that... I didn't think the fight between Gore and Molt would go so far.

IC: Molt layed on the ground trying to keep his pain inside him and started think. Ever since he got here, people had been hating him. "Or I just started to hate more people." Molt looked at the damage he had caused. He had to admit, he was going more choatic than usual. This accident was all his fault. "But that spalt guy... He was the one that scared everyone. He blew off my arm. He caused a slig to shoot at... KILSA?! And wait a minute! How did Spalt get a powerful gun like that? Isn't the descruction level to high againist Magog Cartel rules? Well isn't this pretty..." Was the thoughts in Molt's head. He couldn't smile because of the pain he was going through. he was grateful to see that Gore was trying to help, but he knew he needed proper attention. He started to get up slowly, and tried to reach his gun. He called Max to bring his gun and the slog did so. Molt then used the shooting end as a handle and the whole gun as a walking stick. He slowly headed away from the group of people and started going to back where he started. He to go back to RG-49 and gripped on his hand saying, "Please..... get me.... a... doct..or." horsely. After he said that, he fainted right in front of RG-49 and Slig #7.
OOC: Don't worry, I'll make a profile for Max.
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IC: Slap started to write on his keyboard:
"1. I do have medical knowledge on treating wounds, proper sedation, treating drug abuse, treating led poisining, limb replacments, loss of limb treatment, and I even know flu signs. Also I can help in surgrey of any kind.
2. I been known as a very paticent person. I do not often have anger towards one often. I may, do have pity towards one self, but never impaticentence. My inner feelings often do not cause me do silly things, such as weep in a chair. However, I will alert you if I feel rather dizzy.
3. Since I was given stiches at a late age, I did not get use to speaking with them. However, whislting is behind me, and I do not know how to whislte. If you hire me, it's up to you whether or not you want me to talk."
Slap started to notice that several people have been looking at him oddly, but he ignored it.
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Gappiqu was stunned at Gorespaltter's idea, but he took courge and started to head off to find the intern. He tried to think about where an intern might be. "Let's see, if I was an intern, where would I be? Looking for a job, that's it!" Gappiqu ran off to his pulley from a while ago. He started as fast as he could go up the pulley. "Don't worry, Molt, Kilsa, and Gorespaltter, I'm going!