[OddjobAbe]

IC: *Gushhe sat down at the table, and was about to consume a scrab cake, when he realised the shortage of Scrabs that he had heard of before he came to RuptureFarms.* He saw it as inconvienient unless there was a breeding program going on for the Scrabs. *Gushhe stood up and left the table*.

#0012 sat there, wondering if he was right to have got rid of his models. Then again, no questions, he thought. He thought it better to think straightforward than to wonder about what could've/would've been. It was only a matter of time until someone noticed that he didn't really have a job at RuptureFarms. But for now, he was going to think about the present, not the future. He saw no point in thinking about the past. What has been has been. No changing that unless a neuronic and molecular shifting accelerator had been devised. *He stoo up, and marched off elsewhere, making it look like that he had something to do.* 'Gushhe MUST be destroyed!' He thought to himself. 'He is a danger to the facility! He could get my arse sued for what I did. I must persist in my attitude towards him - if I'm lucky, I might eventually kill him. Yes, an accident at work killed him. Hehuhu!' He thought (and laughed to himself).

Gushhe was thinking about #0012, and why he did these things to him. 'Why must he abuse me in such ways? Gushhe thought to himself. 'If he thinks I'm a danger to the facility or himself, he's one deluded little git. One of these days, he'll end up killing me. Maybe I should accept Zero's job - I could do with some sort of witness to the damn slig's actions - perhaps stitch #0021 up.' Gushhe smiled to himself. If #0012 thinks that Gushhe is a threat to his job, for he would've been deluded, but now he would be right.

OOC: I've changed the spelling of Goshhe to Gushhe, the spelling seems to flow better. Sorry for any inconveniance.