OOC: Oh, I figured it was like, 2:00.
IC: Slap thought about the idea of having a grenade eye, but thought that it would be impossible to make sure the bomb wouldn't explode on him. He figured he could get parts at the grinders for eyes.
Slap quitely opened the door, so he wouldn't disturb the three little figures. He sneaked past them gently enough, that he couldn't even awake a baby. Slap had relief that he hadn't disturbed the three one bit. Or at least disturb them. Slap breathed outward once he had reached the floor of the grinders. Or at least one of them. He traveled along the hallway, keeping away from the people inside the corrider. Slap didn't want to seem too suspious walking around the place with his supplies.
He fianlly reached the staircase, that went up into the grinders. Slap went up the stairs, and peeked into the grinders. He was rather amazed at the rucus in grinder there was. There was grinders everywhere and broken meatsaws. The pipes were even broken. This made things rather messy. Before Slap entered the grinders, he remembered he didn't have his laptop. Slap groaned in his head and walked down the corrider again.
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