[Munch's Master]

OOC: Phew, sorry I've been gone again. I see the posting has accelaretd again.
IC:
Dek came out of his reverie in time to see the rather gorey spectacle of the operation. He could stomach it, no problem. He hoped.
"Oh yes, Praetyre, move Molt by all means. I totally went into a world of my own there, I must be tired. You 2 wrap up this operation if you don't need me. I've have a nap, wake me if you need anything."
And with that, the rather overworked Vykker walked off into the sleeping quarters of the lab, plonked himself on a bed, and shut his eyes. Think rest. Think sleep. I need a good sleep. Let's try that Meep counting trick.
1 Meep, 2 Meep, 3 Meep, 4 Meep, Oh I can't be bothered!
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Arthur realised the Chronicler had answered. "Tonight? Oh, sure. I'd rather get it doen in the morning, to make sure we don't uh, overlook any details, but the earlier the better. Tonight's fine, see ya in a few hours then!"
Arthur hung up the Forn and turned to Jade.
"Hey, we got it up an' running! The Chronicler said he'll be here tonight to sort it all out. In as few short hours, I'll be a Businessslig an' you'll be my chief assistant!"