OOc: Outlaw King, they wouldn't say 'God', they'd say 'Odd'. There is only Odd on Oddworld.
IC:
Dek seized Molt with all four of his arms, spun him round, pulled a Chill Pill out of a pocket and shoved it in Molt's mouth.
"You aren't going anywhere, you've had a critical operation and are still in a condition that is cause for concern. You need more treatment so sit down and wait, or I'll have to sedate you again, which I don't want to do."
Leaving Molt to decide for himself, he went over to Vykker X's cage in the other room, took a Lil Hacker for possible protection, and banged it on the cage bars.
"Wake up you disgrace for a surgeon! Your experimented Slig, Gore, is ill. You'll help him, or I'll make your life not worth living."
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"Wait Wait!" Arthur yelled up to Rick. "Don't you want some sorta safety net first?!"
Arthur was wishing he'd gone up instead. Sligs in the wild were natural tree-climbers, he probably could have done it himself. Rick was a mudokon, and Arthur didn't know how Mudokons were for climbing abilities. Why didn't he think to go get a Flying Slig jetpack?