OOC: Actually, RG-49 isn't really a Greeter, he is more of those robots you think of how he looks like in your head.
IC: Molt heard that there was another Slig in the Labortory, and that Slap went to greet him. Grimacing at that his escape couldn't happen soon, as long as the Slig was here, he tried to hear in on what the Slig was responding to what Slap was saying. To what he was hearing it sounded like that Slap was telling this Slig of what happened in the Lab only a few minutes ago and of the past events. Molt had some relief knowing that it was Gappiqu they were talking about. He grinned, and payed no attention to Wash's rude mummerings and actions.
But then the conversation with some sort robot got into place. It sounded like that Slap had told the Slig of what Molt did him yesterday. And know, from what he heard that some sort of advanced Snoozer was keeping sensor on the Lab. Molt narrowed his brows and muttered in the Slig language, "BS". Molt liked Snoozers, but they were a pain at Vykker Labs, and at his old factory, being that they needed auotherizing to get past them. And this probably was even part Greeter, making it worse. Molt grimaced at his luck and saw that Wash had came into the story. He didn't care about the Mud, being that he barely thought of anyone besides himself.
Molt, sat in his cage, trying to think of a new plan. It had to avoid interacting with Slap, or getting involved with the Snoozer/Greeter robot.
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Slap nodded in pleasure and saw that there was some sort of droid was now protecting the Lab. He was glad that was done and wrote to the droid, "Thank you, Mechincal Droid, for your services. I hope it won't be any trouble."
Next, Slap looked at #7. He remembered what he had said about Sligs, but he thought different. Sligs' pshcology was not hard to understand, and he knew why so many people were being hurt every 3 hours. He typed "I know that Sligs can be a handful, but I think I can assign thearpy sessions with the Sligs damaging the factory. You see, many of the Sligs here are use to beating up Mudokons. But being that Mudokons have a voice of opinion here, Sligs will most likely think different, and they will have emotional conflict with each other. And most likely, it would end with a gun fight. So, when I have time, I could see Arnie about this. Is that OK?"
Once Wash got in, Slap rose an eyebrow, since the Mudokon obviousily didn't interact with so much security at one time before. He decided to work at him now, and typed to #7, "I'm sorry sir, but you may have to leave. I think my patients would like it better if this place wasn't so crowded."
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