Gore had had his face buried in his hands. As he moved to rest his head on his hands, propped up by his elbows, however, he noticed two things. One, the Mudokon had run to the robot. Two, the robot was moving slightly. He began to worry a little. He'd let his guard down - even as he realised, he pinched himself on his sore flesh in self punishment. He still had his gun with him, however. He didn't want to gun both down, but he didn't want to be grinded by a robot either. He slung his gun, as quietly as he could. Then, putting his organic legs to work, he climbed silently into the piping, moved over the piping along the wall, and decided to watch the situation unravel from there.
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