Molt was very angry at Kilsa. He was called stupid? Molt wanted to go over and shred his suit all over the place. But he was restrained and given a Chill Pill. He thought about what he was dealing with. He fianlly said to Kilsa in a calm manner, "Ha, ha Kilsa. Let's remember that you are a useless Vice President, not a dry joke comedian. I didn't purposly let myself lose an eye. I also can do far more stuff than you can do. Who here knows how to hold and operate a gun, how to eat with my arms, what the kind of blood flows through Scrabs, Paramites, even Meeches? Who here holds a solider class and was possessed and survived here? Huh? Is it you? Who here is a Vice President, just because he closly related to former Vice President? And besides, I was doing nothing wrong. Some people here actually pay close attenion. Srag is a complete outlaw and Goresplatter's gun is illeagal according to Magog Cartel laws. He shouldn't have shot me in the first place either. So I was doing the law a favor. And at least I know my job. Plus, I know that you are trying to put Arnie out of business. Yeah, that's right. I'm a threat to you."
He went back thinking about his health. His survival was very important to him, for he knew that he wasn't gonna live long for a while. He said, "Hey I will stay for a while to get my health back to normal. Then, could I get my stuff back? Besides, I need to get a proper job, that does not include these idoits."
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