OOC: Nice to see you Jarnww, again.
Anyway, I'm leaving for a week, so I won't be able to post any time this week.
IC: Molt was confused. How could he possibily stop connection with Edward, if he never knew how to contact him? That was going to be quite hard. Edward could just call the information desk, and he could just find out from Arnie if he fired Molt yet. So did that mean he had to change the phone number of Rupture Farms? He never did anything like that.
Before he could say anything, the robot presented a Mudokon, that was rather pissed by the actions that RG-49 just did. But he understood what to do. Molt had to act serious, even though he was pantless, and declared, "OK Mud, listen up. There is a Glukkon named Edward, trying to take over the factilty, and he is will come here when I get fired, or even when he figures out that anyone gets fired around here. And trust me, this Edward is not pleasent. He will do so many things that you won't like, your will little Mudness will be shrunk into a puddle!! Well, it already is puddle, but you got to do something before it's too late!! Tell the assistant!! Now quick, don't make scat, do something!!"
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Slap was rather disgusted at Molt's last sentence, but understood everything. Obviousily, Edward was a threat to the whole factory, and half of the employees around here, would be lucky if they keep their jobs. He couldn't believe how much people were in danger in this factory every day, and only the sane people could help them. Yes, that was probably his second job.
Second job. That thought came to his head. Prehaps in order to stop the peril in the factory, there had to be someone who had to tell them what they are doing wrong. Slap quickly typed to RG-49, "Oh, and Mudokon worker, while you are meeting with Otto, the assistant, can you suggest the idea that there could be threapy sessions, controlled by me, to prevent any more possible accidents?"
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