Dr Krik stepped out of Arnie's office feeling quietly offended. He wasn't really that hungry, but he'd asked about breakfast in an attempt to please the glukkon.
Ah well. Maybe he'd see what facitities they had here. That'd at least keep the Magog Cartel here. He headed towards the production lines.
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Dionysia was bored. She was in a very royal mood and felt like being admired, so she decided to look for Dr Krik. She guessed he'd be heading to the labs to get himself comfortable.
She arrived upstairs in time to miss seeing Krik as he turned a corner at the end of the corridor that contained the lab and the executive office. She continued on her way and stepped inside the labratory to instantly realise there was too much chaos for her maker to be there. She was about to leave, when she spotted aslig she new very well lying on the floor. Her anger flared momentarily, and then she walked over and grabbed the intern by the shoulder. "Hey, what happened to Gappiqu?"
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Anni grinned. "Arnie let me have a garden outside the factory. He wants me to grow some spices so they don't have to buy any. Hey, do you want to see?" She did her best cute eyes.
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Krik stepped into the production lines and after a disapproving look at the layer of dust, he sighed and headed towards the door to the main grinders. No wonder the Cartel were after Arnie: this place looked almost abandoned!
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