Praetyre replied "I have worked in lab #10, #11, #12, and even #13. I was one of the only survivors of that horrible incident. I had to watch Irwin eat his brothers corpse after my leg was turned gangrene by a piece of shrapnel. Half of Irwins skin had burned off, and you could actually see one of his capillaries. And there was this little fuzzle... Oh Odd... he bit one of the capillaries, causing Irwin to literally implode in a river of blood. I was vomiting for the next hour, then one of Irwins eyes fell out. Then, I had to run through a kilometer of burning steel to put it back so that I could bury him properly. I bet you've never seen a Vykker cry. Well I did. I couldn't take it anymore, the sheer stress of going to the bathroom one minute and in the next one finding that your aunt, your friends, and your boss just died before your eyes. As you'd expect, I now find it hard to look at Gabbits or Fuzzles anymore. I know that we weren't saints, but couldn't he of just taken the Gabbiar and stopped the fuzzles from murdering my friends and family? That made him just as bad as some of us, just as cold and unforgiving. Anyway, sorry about the sentimentality. Lets roll."
Praetyre took the surgical tools from his suit's carry compartments like an Outlaw taking his guns. He walked towards the Mudokon, putting the laughing gas mask on him firmly and switching it on, and in mere seconds the Mudokon was knocked out. He then made an incision in the chest, making sure there was no bleeding. He activated his surgical scanner, showing that there was an indent beneath a fat layer that could potentially store the pace generator. He cut through the fat, making sure again that bleeding was not occuring. He was about to put the pacemaker generator in, when he noticed something. The generators charger port had broken off, and therefore the generator couldn't be connected to the pacemaker.
"Damn it!" Praetyre swore, irritated at the conundrum he was now in; "Sir, it seemed that you didn't check the generator. The charger port's gone, and we can't wait much longer. Slap's away, we need someone to oversee the operation, and leaving this Mud like this is like leaving a virus sucking machine out in the toxin lab and connecting it up to Maggie's life support system. I'm gonna have to stitch this Mud up, and get a new generator from the storage room. I just hope he can stay on.."
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