OOC: It's sort of getting frustrating now that I have so much to do, and my posts are so long.
Anyway, I'm back from a hiking trip. Did 47 miles in 3.5 days. Pretty good.
I find it pretty funny that Praetyre would like not to be near Sligs like angry Gappiqu, or Molt. Because every kind of those Sligs end up in the Lab one point or another.
Nice to see you back, Splat. I see that Dionysia is still trying to get Arnie fired. Yet, sending a Vykker probably wasn't the best decision, being that most of the Mudokons hate Vykkers (*cough*Anni*cough*) and espically Gappiqu.
IC: Slap, in his head, finished the word safe for the Mudokon. Yet, what was important was whether or not this Mudokon should use this device. The machine works for his kind, so is there a reason for him not to use the machine? In all of his years of being a doctor, never has he had to consider the patient could not use one of his most successful treating machines. Then again, the machine required the body to be in a calm state, in order for the gas to allow the body to go into an unconscious state of mind. And if this Mudokon was highly stressed, this machine wouldn't do so much good. Slap sighed, and replied on his keyboard, "Mudokon Worker, I myself see this as the safest, and fastest way for you to get better. However, you can choose the alternvate.(sp?) You could take the rest of the day off, stay in the Lab, and rest. That could be very helpful as well, but being that this Lab is being skinned as we speak, being somewhere where psychos live is not my suggestion. In this machine, you will be in a place of relaxation, far from harm. However, it will only work, if you trust it."
Hopefully, this would make him think otherwise.
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Molt was just fumed right now. He couldn't find a way to escape from this ditch. The longer he waited, the more time Slap could squeeze in to send him to Arnie's. And if he escaped now, this Snoozer/Greeter would sense as a prisoner escaping, and he would most likely would fall asleep for the rest of the morning. That wasn't good either. This Snoozer/Greeter also understood the universal Oddworld language, so....
Suddenly, Molt got a brillant idea. And this was going to get himself out Lab. As hastily as he could, he got up on his two arms, and tried to crawl himself into the main Lab, where RG-49 could see him. Or sense him.
When he saw him, Molt realized that RG-49 was not in fact a Greeter, or a Snoozer. It was just a robot. The same robot that helped him yesterday. It wasn't too much to worry about anyway. So this helped a bit. But after that, Molt limped his way to RG-49, for one, he hadn't stretched yet, and two, he wanted to make it realistic. Molt cried out to RG-49, "Save me from this monster!!!"
Slap had heard molt's arms running, but before he could do anything, Molt had been calling him a monster. Slap was about to type to him, but Molt started crying, and cried again, "This- this Intern has been trying to kill me! He first tried to threaten me with a Snuzi, telling me to stop doing my job, when I was perfectly fine! He doesn't help anyone, in fact, he made an 'accident', just so my case, when I was in trouble, would be ignored! Plus, he is going to use this machine on that Mudokon, that will killlllll him! And my Slog, he tried to kill my Slog! When I was being almost shot, my Slog stood up for me, and tried to kill Slap, but Slap shot my poor Max dead!! That's why I can't see him anymore! And the Slig named Gappiqu, was nearily stabbed to death by Slap, if I hadn't help him survive! Honest, this all true! Just help me get out of here!!"
Slap was stupified by this. Molt was exaggrating what he done so many hours ago! And he wasn't going to let any of these lies go on his resume and get degraded back to a nurse. Slap tried to type panicly, "This Slig is a liar! I did none of this nonsense! For starters, this machine, is extermely safe, and it's impossible to die in here! And that Slog that attacked me, was ordered to attack, and I have no experience with a gun! I couldn't have killed the Slog, in fact he is..."
Slap stopped there. He didn't know where the Slog was. In fact, he bet there is no proof that he didn't kill the Slog. So Slap continued, as Molt wailed quite convincingly, "If you don't believe me, go look at yesterday's video footage. Or, we wake Dek up for his, I mean her's, I mean hir, story."
OOC: Dripik, you can do anything with Slap or Molt, I don't mind.
I won't post as Kix or Bonty for a while, until I have Molt and Gappiqu out of the Lab.
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