IC: Oscar was in his office, in dim light. All of his paperwork was going to be sent to him in no time. Placing his pen by his hand he second right hand, ready to get moving. As his desk gleamed with great red colors, sweat dripped down his head, as he often knew how much time he spent doing paperwork. He didn't like his workload, but at least this was what he wanted back 15 years ago. Silentily glancing at his assistant, he realized his Valet was asleep. Obviousily bored, but he might just have no other idea to do anything else.
He lit his current cigarette again and puffed out another blow. His somking was not like a Glukkon's, since he only smoked under stress. This stress was common, being that he was afraid everyday of having to be hired for the guilty. Oscar feared of losing everything again, and this time he would be laughed for being shamful. Oscar was unproud of this fear, but it was a dark world, and he hated it so.
He burst out yelping when his desk started to chirp. His plone was implanted inside it, and its screen took up most of his none working station at the desk. Of course, he had to get recover from the shock before picking it up. After a few seconds, he looked at the screen and looked at the caller ID anxiousily. It read Rupture Farms. Oscar smiled at the thought that he had a new cilent. He pressed the speak button and said to the Slig on the screen, "Hello, you are speaking to Oscar the Chronicler, how may I help you?"
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Once Gappiqu realized that RG-49 hadn't been destoried, he was rather fearful of the sitution. He could run with the now released Goresplatter and live a life of crime, or try to dismantle the machine and live happily. Demantling seemed like the more successful path, but hard to do. He would have to handle Rick and RG that had been free to any sort of tattle taling on him, to get him on Skillya's bowl of soup. If he ran away, Skillya will eventually find him and have be eaten alive, which was another choice he didn't want to consider. Maybe he ran, he could get Dionysia with him and find himself with his love for every single moment of the rest of his short life. But he would be stripping her of the life she loved. And they would be wanted. He didn't want that either. Gappiqu started to cry about this rather upsetting issue. He was getting everyone he loved hurt, instead of getting himself happy. And yet again, he grew angry again about his surgery. He started to think, "It's all that Vykkers fault!! They made me into someone that I used to hate and dispise!!! Stripping me of happiness and killing my friends!! They shall pay!! And this time they will do it with their bloody lives!!"
Gappiqu leapt off RG-49 to express his anger. If he got rid of this fool, maybe he could try to shush Rick and get that Vykker he saw to be mauled! He screamed at the free Goresplatter in order to get him out of harm, "Get the Odd out of here Gore!!! This will get ugly!!"
He prepared another fist so he could just maybe destory RG's little head. If so, he could move onto Rick. Gappiqu swung his fist at Rg's head, to get his head off from the rest of his body.
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