OOC: Trust me Splat, the W@RF always goes downhill or another some point in time. Like in v.2, where half a page was based on ooc's.
Also, I really don't have time for posts, so here's just something.
IC: Bonty looked at Jim curiously. He had never put his mouth on Scrab Cake his entire life. Though that he had tasted a Paramite Pie before.
He replied with a "Well, I never tasted a Scrab Cake, so I'll give it a try. But the day Molt let's me touch moolah, is the day he wears a skirt and models it." He seriously didn't have any moolah, and didn't understand that if he working at a meatplant, shouldn't this stuff be free?
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Slap noticed that the mudokon seemed disturbed about healing of the glukkon, but every glukkon to a mudokon can be considered evil. So he continued, walking past Dek and fainted Molt. He groaned again, for he would have to assist that job too. "Can't everybody stay alive just for a day?"
Once he got into the lab, Slap placed Carl on the another counter. He first checked the tghe timer, which read, "4 more minutes, sucker!". Slap never liked these kind of timers.
He went back to Carl. Slap took out his glasses out again, and inspected. The knife had gone pretty far in the chest, so he saw that several of capillaries and arteries were inffected. It would be his job to stop the bleeding and to make sure that his arteries would heal.
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