Gore was slightly miffed. "Hey, leave my stereotype out of this... besides, robots don't feel pain, everyone knows that! Tsk." He stuck his tongue out, which looks particularly strange on a Slig. He just stood there for a second, then out of pure boredom, took his cigar and put it in the pipe. It slided down the barrel and popped out the other side next to Rick. He kneeled down and tried to think. He didn't know what about exactly, but he thought.
He suddenly noticed something though, however. "Muddy boy, that pipe was to the boiler, right? What did you think you were doing pulling that out of the wall!?" He started to panic. "Is it one of the active pipes?" He started shaking. "You'd better be able to fix it! I'm not kidding!" Goresplatter looked truly grotesque at this point. The sweat was soaking into the bandages and making them tear in places, revealing his red skin, and his eyes were bloodshot. Something was definitely up with him.
He started to quake like his adrenaline had gone into haywire. "Odd, is it hot in here? I'm f***ing boiling! What's up with this place!?" He looked oh-so-insane, enough to make the most devilish Vykker blush.
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