OOC: Well, it's getting pretty close to W@RF v.6. Would we have some sort of time jump? I mean, a lot of the new verison are some sort of time after the last one.
IC: Slap shrugged and typed, "Naw, it's OK. I was rather disappointed that you had didn't help out. But no hard feelings."
As Dek left, he started to leave, but then he remember something Goresplatter had said. That Phil had given him his gun that nearly destoried Molt... He went over to Phil and typed, "Sir, may I ask a few questions now?"
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Gappiqu was now fully distrest. Slap was strong with words, making his questions unresistable to answer. He said, very silently, "Okay."
Slap typed at first, "Sir, I am aware that you clearly now what happened to Molt, right?"
Gappiqu responded silently, "Yes."
"Then you know that Goresplatter's gun had caused that, and you had given that to him, right?"
"Yes."
"Then where had you found the gun, may I ask?"
"I had designed the gun, and payed someone to make it for me."
"And you had no idea that it's power was strong? That it could kill someone? Molt was only lucky since he was covered in metal."
"No idea."
Slap rubbed his head in frustration. He continued, "Sir, I may have to have you consult this with Arnie for this."
Gappiqu's eyes widened. He knew it could result in this, but for designing an illeagal gun was too far of fire. "But it's illeagal." thought Gappiqu in trying to make himself agree with Slap. He sighed, and said, "OK, I will follow you, but after I fix these pipes, OK?"
Slap thought about it, and typed, "Okay, but don't think you got away this time." And off Slap went, off with Dek. Quitely, Gappiqu sighed. He was able to delay the meeting with Arnie, at the least.
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As Slap was following Dek, he saw Stuey, and typed, "Anything wrong, Master Stuey? Is Srag in sight?"
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