Gappiqu was prepared to bark at Dionysia for being so free tos peak to him like that, but before he could, he faced her. And saw her eyes. He remembered the first time they had an actual conversation. She had a way to make yourself look terrible if you argued with her. But something in his head was able to cool him down for this moment and he muttered, "I know how to watch my temper, thank you."
But then he realized that the Mudokon he left was giving him some attiude and someone odd looks. Gappiqu turned around to face Sefon and narrowed his eyebrows. Next, he yelled with auotherity, "Look here buddy, you better be giving me more respect around here!! And that includes shuting your smart alec mouth when it needs to be shut. And you know why?! Without me, this factory wouldn't be functioning!! And what are you doing?! You're being a jerk who isn't doing anything around useful! In fact, beat it!! Scram! Come back when you have sense in how you treat Sligs with respect!!"
When Gappiqu was done, he shifted back to hitting the door. In anger that the boss wasn't waking up. He curled his fist into punch shaped fist and slammed it against it toward the door, hopefully waking up the Glukkon inside. He blasted to Arnie, "Come out, Arnie! Half of the factory is awake and you ain't!! I have important news!!"
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Slap stared at the Mudokon's injuries for many seconds before trying to decide something. Obviousily his inard organs were badly infected by beatings, which caused blood to burst out of him, and meant that his organs needed serious time to heal. He couldn't doing anything direct, but he could help support the healing. He started to think about what to do. Slap only performed these kind of operations with a Slig, a Glukkon, or a even the rare case, a Khanzumer. Never a Mudokon, seeing that hostipals don't have doctors or surgeons with much knowledge on Mudokon disection or health prorities. But just then, Slap knew what to do. Slap now had to leave this Mudokon and go into the Lab for the items he needed.
Once he was in the Lab, Slap knew where to find the items. However, Slap didn't know if these things could actually help this Mudokon, but they should. At last, Slap found his suitcase on a counter and opened it up. First, he went on the top part of the case, and found a lock combination device. Once remembering the combination, Slap rushed through the combination sequence and opened the lock. Instead of finding what Slap wanted, he found a finger print device. So Slap placed his finger on finger print scanner, and after some bizarre humming from the scanner, a even bigger box opened. It inside this box, the contents was interesting. There was pills of many kinds, medinces, and containers of drugs. Going through the labels of the secretive cabinet of medinces, Slap was able to find two perticular pills. They were plastic coated, with liquid inside of them. One of them was light gray and the other was whiteish blue. But they were all important for the Mudokon's health.
The next thing Slap needed was not rather an item, but a machine. Slap had his doubts, but he found it near a wall. Slap thought with happiness, "This place really does have everything!" The machine was basicly white entirely, and one of the few machines that it's insides contained the main technology. It was implanted to the floor, being that this shouldn't be rolling at all. On the back, there was a control panel that had several buttons, timer, air vent controllment, and age settings. There thing had many pipes on the bottom, going into the floor. The thing also had an opening to the inside, but he decided to just suppose it's doing fine. At last, Slap remembered name for this thing, and it was, a Life Support machine. Slap thought that everything was going well, and rushed back into the Cell Room.
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While Slap was gone, Molt decided that this was his chance to torcure this Mudokon. So he said to him, "Well Mud, I hope you like being bitten dead by Slogs, because I've seen that look on a doctor's face before. That meant that he could help you, but what he needs is dangerous to you. Oh yes, he is going to preform a operation with an 80 percent chance of you dying. Yes, I'm going to cross my fingers the whole time the operation is going on, and I think you know why."
At last, Slap reached Wash and typed on his keyboard, "OK, sir, I have everything I need, all I need to do is know how old you are, what your average temperature is, and give a glass of water." Molt smiled at Slap, thinking that he was indeed giving that kind of operation on him. And Slap had no idea what Molt was talking about.
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