Praetyre was surprised at the speed the Mudokon went in and the door opened, but followed. He then heard his superior inquire about food.
"I'm sorry sir, but I can't recall such an order. If you did, then I'm sorry. But it seems this chap called Arthur has made an absolutely smashing recipe for soup that Slap enjoys. Of course, that's designed for those poor souls who have cruelly been denied the delights of opple and Scrab pies. So us Vykkers might not enjoy it as much."
Praetyre turned to the grim looking Mudokon.
"After I used my Palm o' Pain, his heart briefly started beating and solved the blood pressure problem. However, it then died, and I could not get him up with pushes. My superior came in and suggested a pacemaker operation. And after getting Krik out of the room, giving myself a mild injury, and putting your friends taken out bits in a jar, both of us trying to motivate him in several ways, and me going to you, here we are. And sorry again if you heard what I said to Slap. My superior and I are quite competent."
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