[Patrick Vykkers]

Praetyre laid Arrack down on one of the bed's, took a nearby remote control and activated the restraining system. It springed into effect, locking Arrack to the bed like a prisoner to a torture device. He then triggered the sedative, injecting chemicals into Arrack's arms like a Mudokon's teeth to a Paramite Pie or a Scrab Cake.

"Slap, tell Wash that he can go. Get some Chill Pills and Expresso as our superior ordered. Remember to get several. I want to test their effects on a Fuzzle first."
Praetyre put his metallic palm to Arrack's chest. It was still beating very quickly, although not as much as before. Evidently, the sedative and cooling down had helped that. But it was still twice the healthy rate for a Slig. Praetyre felt around Arrack's chest. The muscles were tense, but were relaxing. His breathing was only a little bit over.
"At least I won't have to zap him with a relaxer. Or sing him lulabies." he thought