[Munch's Master]

ooc: can I just check-Molt belnogs to slaveless right? I've forgotten.
IC:
Arthur waved his hand in front of Dean. "Uh Dean? Yoohoo? Can I get summat to eat? Ah ferget it."
He gave up and went over to the serving hatches.
"Let's see, Scrab legs, Paramite steaks, Fleech surprise, Elum meatballs, Meep mutton." He took a Scrab leg and Paramite steak from the container, dumped it onto a plate, took a knife and fork from a different container, sat down, and began to eat.
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Dek first made sure to remove the oversized metal pants from Molt, to ensure nothing went wrong with the pants and interrupted him. He removed Molt's mask as well slowly and carefully, first cutting through it to give hismelf more space and to avoid it dragging on the wound.
'Why is it that people get injured so easily here? Scruben wrecks his eyes, Boogie fries his lungs with steam, this Slig nearly gets killed. And, from the reports I heard about this place in the early days, there were initially accidents left right and centre. One would think there was an assasin here.' dek thought to himself.
He placed the mouthpiece of the gas anaesthetic in Molt's mouth, and positioned the tank out of his way. Dek rinsed and sterilized his surgical instruments, preparing for what would be a big operation.
'Honestly, its because of the freedom the Mudokons get. If the higher-ups in the Cartel knew about this place, they would go ballistic.'