Slap stopped in his tracks before continuing. If he kept on making all sorts of conversations at once, he was never going to get anywhere today. Slap walked back to Praetyre and started to type yet again, "I am thankful that you realize now of my behavioural disclaimer. I hope that we never have such conversations ever again. I too, was raised to think that Sligs, Mudokons, other Interns, ect. were all degradements to Vykkers. The only difference between your education and mine is that I was to accept that I was one of them. I wanted to prove Dr. Eloha wrong. From there on, my goal is to become Head Medical Officer of some sort of Magog Cartel factory, with a team of medical doctors that are Interns as well. But I guess I will have to wait until then.
Now back to business. We could just use the moolah that I have back in the bank. I could just call my Chronicler friend to get it. Besides, I have no use for it. But I already have an idea to get Molluck's portrait. We could ask him for it, and let me draw one of Arnie place of it. I bet he would prefer one of himself than one of a traitor of the Magog Cartel.
Now I really need to collect the Fuzzles and other materials needed. Goodbye."
Slap finally exited the Labs without another interuption.
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