OOC: Yeah, but I doubt Dek would allow Molt to die, so there is the possibilty of him surviving. But let us see what happens.
Bonty saw Molt's outburst and he was conciousless for a moment. Not in had he had been stifled by the sight Molt, but horrified by the appearance of Max. Both looked like freaks, but were pure evil inside. Or something. He ran up Jim, trying to keep up and tried to say when he stopped, "That.... was... him!"
Bonty didn't know what to do. Surely Molt must have seen him. But for a moment, he felt like that being with Jim was helpful.
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Max understood what Dek was describing, and he didn't like it one bit. Max knew that he shouldn't be taken away with his privilages of freedom and life, so he barked at Molt in pleade.
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Molt also didn't like either of these ideas. Max one was the two people he cared about, and he wouldn't let a thing like "putting him down" happen to him. But he couldn't let the doctor know that he attacked an intern. So he tried to divert the subject by saying, "Maybe you could send him to the Stockyards, where his additude would fit better." He knew that Max would enjoy the Stockyards, since it would allow him to do more killing.
Back on his health subject, Molt said, "So puny here is going to save my vicious life, well I'll...."
Before he could continue, suddenly he felt as if his lungs were failing. Inside, his atteries weren't putting in a lot of blood in his body, since he had a tragic blood lose. Not enough oxygen was being transported around the body. Molt was well aware of what was happening, so he blurted out, "I'm losing air!" Seconds later, he was back on the floor, waiting to be revived.
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Max was glad that Molt was making the right decisions, but was not happy to see him back on the floor. He couldn't do a thing, and he doubted he will see much of him any longer. One of his last words were that he should he return to the Stockyards, so he figured he should do that. But before he left, so decided to give Molt one last hope. Max slammed his head againist the wall, and a tooth fell out. He moved the tooth closer to Molt's hand, to give him rememberance of his beloved slog.
After that, Max ran off to the Grinders, since he got to the Stockyards through there in the first place.
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Slap had gone past Molt and Dek, before Molt's downfall. But Molt wasn't a concern of him just yet. He went up the stairs, entered in the Grinders, went past the saws, and to Gappiqu. He wrote, "Sir, as far as I'm concern, you had talked to me about your sitution, am I correct?"
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Gappiqu happiness was halted by Slap's familiar typing noise. He creaked his pants a different angle, to face Slap's message. He responded, "It all depheds. Which sitution?"
Slap shook his head and typed, "Your pants. They're glued to your tail, right?"
Gappiqu sweated out of control. There was no way of avoiding him now. He nervously said, "Well, I know you think that, but I can move now, see?" Gappiqu twisted around in his pants, to prove to him that he didn't have legs.
"Then sir, may I see you remove yourself from your pants?" message popped up on the screen. This made Gappiqu even more fearful. There was no way out of this. He just had to lie again. Gappiqu blurted out, "I'm Nudohomeless!"
Slap was stunned by this. He had never seen, nor heard of such condition. He typed to get this right. "Nudohomeless?"
Gappiqu fianlly realized that he might be getting somewhere. He continued saying, "Yes! It's when, you, uh, are afraid of removing yourself from pants, yeah. My doctor says that I'm surprisingly the first of my kind."
"No wonder I haven't heard of it!" thought Slap. He would have to check with Dek to learn more about this new condition. But some part of him felt like Gappiqu was trying to avoid doing something. But at the moment, it was important to return to Delivery boy's operation. He left with a single more typing.
Gappiqu was relived to know that he was free of Slap yet again. He looked back at Rick, waiting for him to go down.
OOC: Does this seem rushed?
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