[Munch's Master]

OOC: I'd prefer if you ask her first, but make sure to tell her I said hi and 'how are you' before you mention the RPG.
Also for the 1/2 a person who's interested, I'm aiming to revive my old fanfic- Freedom Fighters. I've been working hard on getting the next chapter up so for the few who care, it should be up in a couple of weeks.
IC:
Dek turned to Praetyre. "She doesn't seem that type of person, at least, I hope she isn't. Besides, she isn't neccesarily at the Boilers. She's more the type to try and storm out the factory in a huff."
he turned to Krik "well, you could try reading, if your eyes are still up to it, sir. There's a map up the corridor." Dek loved insulting people when frustrated.
He opened his ever present tube of chill pills in his coat pocket, and swallowed one. He ate the things like candy, and figured he'd need mor for the oeration.
"Get on with the operation already!!"
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"So, does anybody want these cans o' grub? Boss, Mr Otto?"
Arthur turned round and went back into the kitchen, taking a can opener. After several failed attempts as he realised he had no idea how to work the damn thing, he opted for something simpler- a cleaver. 1 swingf and the can lid was hacked off. Unfortunately he'd also cut the can further away fro mthe end than he thought, so had to scoop the Minced Meep out of both ends.
"boy I could do with gettin' a Brew from the vendos." he thought "Hang on, I ain't got any money. I've only got 5 Moolah left from when I arrived, an' I still in't been paid!"
He turned to the oven. "Now how d'you switch this bloody thing on!"