Gore, without warning, flew into a rage, exaggurating his movements with slight hand gestures.
"Well, if it's fine by you for Gappiqu to die, okay! If you're gonna just flutter away scared, it's your choice, but remember, Gappiqu is just a meat sack to Skillya. I swear, if you Mudokons want to not be beaten, maybe you should care for us, too, eh? If Gappiqu gets killed for this little escapade, I'll make sure you don't get away with it, mark my words. Stay here, or have him on your concience. Maybe you've never seen Skillya... but I'd rather face down a million Paramites with a spoon than her..." He shuddered slightly, recalling horrific images.
He spat out his cigar. His tentacles seemed to have a red plume to them, but just then, he heard a voice from the top of the lift, asking if they needed help. He shouted back up his loudest.
"Yeah, need backup!"
He calmed down slightly, a cloud of water vapour from his mouth - though the air around was not astoundingly cold, he had become quite literally hot-headed in his rage. He cooled down slightly.
"Don't try get away now, or I'll make sure that guy coming down gets you. Won't look very good, you jumping into the lift as soon as he touches down will it? Calm down. Backup's on it's way, we'll get out of here fine. No rash decisions."
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