RG-49 just stood in a corner of the Labs, watching the proceedings. "Another drawback of being an organic... Once the central motivator shuts down, you can't bring him back to life." he noticed hideously.
He froze for a moment, then spoke. "My aural sensors tell me that shots have been fired in the factory. My bet would be on those organics who left the Labs recently and went down with the elevator in the Lab's storage room. Since I'm not a qualified organic surgeon, and there are no signs of danger up here, I am going to check the source of the distraction."
He went into the storage and stood on the edge of the elevator shaft. He looked down and saw a part of the dimly lit basement, occasionaly illuminated by muzzle fire. "Do you need assistance down there? I would be happy to help of there are some wildlife organics to shoot." he shouted down the shaft.
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#7 Slig was startled for a moment, then he noticed that it was just Arthur. "Oh, right. Haven't seen you for a time, where have you been? Anyways, check the box on the table." he turned around in his chair and pointed at the case on a desk. "Install an SCU in your pants, it will help communication between you and the other Sligs."
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Arnie and Otto were walking on the corridors of the ground floor.
"So, everything OK now?" asked Otto.
"Well, it got a bit better with this order. I've just made a deal with Choker's Mess Hall 'n' Diner, a train is going to arrive in the afternoon." said Arnie.
"What about production? I can't hear any machinery working." said Otto, looking behind over his shoulder. "The pipes over the Grinding Station are still not fixed."
"I hope they will fix it soon, or we will have to fill the boxes with bones if a new order comes in." said Arnie thoughtfully. They made their way into the Cafeteria.
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