[Munch's Master]

Without getting a reply from Dean ,Arthur turned at the shriek. It was that black mudokon, and she'd slashed her arm. "How many accidents happen in this place!" Arthur yelled out loud. 'She might need to go to Dek, dependin' on how bad it is. That guy's gonna have one hell of a lotta work to do.' Arthur thought to himself.
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Slap's idea was a good one. Dek detacched the leg from the pant 'seat', and began removing the needles from the seat. He hurried over to a draw, looking for some nerve magnets. Luckily, there were some in a drawer. 'It seems this lab is full of eveything' Dek thought.
He first removed the pants battery pack, and repositioned the wires in the leg to link up with the separated power pack. he'd put it on a circuit, so used up electricity would be fed back into the power pack-effectively meaning the arm would almost never run out of power. He'd need to weld the battery onto the side of the leg.
"Ah, Slap, could you please weld the power pack to the leg while I sort out the nerve arrangements?"
But before Dek could start on that, he noticed the newcomer:
Oh, hello folks, sorry if I'm interrupting anything," he spoke cheerily, "I've just been trying to find where everyone is!"
Dek replied "Well most of the factory are in here getting or performing surgery. If you need treating, then sit down and wait with Scruben and this Slig here, Goresplatter. By the way, what's your name?"