[Munch's Master]

ooc: Hey, good to have an old RPer here at W@RF. Welcome back Seargentbig! And to my mind Slaveless, the easiest way to write Molt out would be to have the blood tranfusion go wrong, and Molt gets reinfected with septisemia and dies. That way, nobody has killed him, and it solves your worries about his personality.
IC:
Why such violence? If this sort of thing continued everyone in the factory would be dead before next week. Dek sighed, as Slap went to get himself a new apron and then left. He almost smiled inwardly, Slap was just about to help the Delivery Boy mudokon, and then turned round and went off to help Gappiqu.
'Such a short attention span.' Dek thought.
But back to reality. Molt was saying his Slog had attacked Slap and was out of control, but Dek had seen the laughter, or at least, seen it abruptly stop as he got in view of Molt.
"Well, if your Slog is so troublesome, perhaps I could have it put down, and save you the bother of it harming someone else. Or if you wanted, I could put a chip in its head, and make it controllable, like a remote control. But enough about your Slog, you need your topups of blood. And this slig-" He put a claw on Arthur's shoulder "-has agreed to supply that blood. So if you please could go back to the lab, we can get on with this operation."
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Arthur watched Molt carefully. He seemed a rather vicious type. A bully if there ever was one. For he too caught the last vestiges of Molt's laughter.
'If I'm lucky I'll be able to get a word with this guy later, tell him what I think of him. I don't like bullies, an' even if it really was an accident with his Slog, which I doubt, he should be able ter control it, or shoulda done at least something.'