Rick looked up from the cards and noticed that Kix has entered the room. "Uh, yeah, I've been cleaning a little. Found some cards to spend the time." he said, shuffling the cards and placing them on the table. "There were some cartridges, tools... and junk, mainly."
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Arnie lay back in his chair, smoking his cigar and closing his eyes. This was a lot better for him than worrying his brains out. He opened his eyes and looked out of the window, watching the various planets and stars on the sky, accompanied by dark-grey smoke coming from the factory. It was sort of soothing for him, seeing a bit of nature... Of course, the cause of this would go way back, to the times when Glukkons were living in the wilderness... His eyelids were getting heavier...
Suddenly, an ear-splitting noise came from the lower parts of the building. Arnie's eyes popped open but he didn't do more than that. "I can understand them... working all day... they're looking for some fun... or something..." His thoughts were trailing away, he dropped the cigar on the table beside him and fell asleep in the chair.
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"Well, we might as well turn in." said Otto, looking back at #7 Slig. "That's what I'm going to do, anyway."
"Sure, Otto. I'm not tired yet, I'll look around as a night patrol." said #7 Slig, and they walked out from the Grinding Station. They arrived to the main hall, turned left and continued their walk. Otto took leave of #7 Slig at the lifts and ascended to the Executive Office. He went inside, left the entry hall and made his way into the R+R. He found Arnie sleeping in the chair. "Poor fellow... Had a rough day." he thought while going to his bed, jumping in and preparing to sleep.
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#7 Slig went towards the Cafeteria when a patch of light caught his attention. It was coming from a room he never saw before. He went inside cautiously and found Rick and Kix in there. "Wow. Nice place. This'll be your workshop?" he asked.
"Yeah, I suppose. Needs some planning and cleaning, but it will be OK." said Rick. "Oh, thought these might interest you..." he pointed at the cartridges.
"Ah, good find. I was running low on them." said #7 Slig, nodding. He grabbed a few of the cartrides, loading them into his rifle.
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