[Munch's Master]

OOC: Phew, a lorra posts since I've been gone.
IC:
Dek turned, seeing Stuey burst in as a nervous reck, lying at Slap's feet. He grabbed the Slig under his arms, hoisted hi mup, turned him round and put a couple more chill pills in his mouth (He carries a pack in his labcoat pocket everywhere.)
He put one hand on Stuey's shoulder.
"Stop, slow down. Calm. Breath easy. Calm, keep calm. Calm. now, what's this about mobsters hunting you? And say it slow and clear and without crying. Me and Slap, we'll try to help you."
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Arthur sighed. Scrap collecting. What ever happened to his security job. And after that, what happened to his job at the tation, waiting fro trains? He'd brought all those grinder parts here along with Sefon and Groll and Boogie and Floyd, why should he have to collect it up now? He shrugged.
'Might as well get on with it. I've got nothin' else to do.'
He walked u pto Javi as he collected the scrap, repeating the quesrtion hed asked earlier.
"What's up with your pal Dean? He goes into a trance whenever I talk to him. Has he got mental problems, has he got, like, those Mudokon powers I've heard about, or does he just not like me?"