OOC: Molt being psycho? I always imagined him being more crazy. Also, I'm having a biology class, so I'll be able to know more in what we are doing in an operation.
IC: Slap felt a little better. He prevented Stuey from being seriously injured and having an unnesseary operation for Dek to operate on. He figured he should go and get some laughing gas and that slig Dek talked about a lot. But Slap saw one problem. He didn't know where Arthur could be or looked like. There probably wasn't a lot of sligs that weren't different from each other, so he should question people. Slap then exited the lab, with his laptop and set off for Arthur. Before he left, he typed, "Sir, I may want to remind you that the problem between Molt and Goresplatter is important."
He went across Max, but he didn't seem to notice him. Max was more interested in his slog beside him. Slap didn't take any chances, and ran to where Max couldn't see him. He jumped as he saw Stivik and Otto talking to each other and typed, "Good noontime, sirs. I am the new labortory assissant around here, and as far I believe, I remember seeing you." He pointed to Otto, and continued, "Why, you both look like you've been here for a while. May I ask if you two have seen or heard of Arthur? If you two gentlemen have, may I request the exact location he is in now?"
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Molt started to flutter his eyes open to look at his surroundings. He could only see above him and he immedently assumed that he was reviewing his life. He pulled up and looked at Dek, thinking he was one of the Vykkers that was going to tell him about his condition. He says, "Yeah, yeah, I saw the damn video. Can I get on to with my life and make sure I don't go that junkshop and never meet that bit..." He was going to continue, before he realizes that he had a different arm than what he remembered it was. He also saw that Goresplatter and Stuey were in the room, he saw that he was fully awake. He grumbled saying, "Yah slurg! You and Crappiqu are the biggest nutcrackers I've seen! I was perfectly fine, then you came along! You blew off my arm! Time for an eye for an eye!" Molt got up, but rolled off the place he was laying on. He yelled into the air, "Go ahead Shrykull! Shock him dead!" He then looked to Dek, "OK, where's my idoit assissant, Srag? I need him to do some personal business of some sort."
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