OOC: Sorry for not being around, I was frustrated for the moments I wasn't posting.
I'll post as Slap later.
IC: Molt was rather insulted by Arnie's claim for having him being resposible for all of the incidents that had happened around here. How was it his fault? All he did was break an elevator. Besides that, he saw everything he did was rather agreeing with Arnie's terms. Such as when he had that Glukkon beat it, it had Arnie have time to kick him out of the factory before the Glukkon could speak with him. Or with Goresplatter, when that Slig blew off his arm, Arnie could have fired him before the Slig could have done something more drastic. And with Crappiqu, he could've thrown to Skillya's direction for trying to commit homicide on two members in the Labortory. But what did he do? Nothing, because his little philsophy caused everyone to have so many second chances, the members of the facility didn't learn from their mistakes. They could get away with anything. And Arnie should learn that before he goes on blaming other non-trouble makers for actually not messin' up.
Before Molt could do anything, or even swear at that, he saw two members he regonized, approched Arnie. RG-49, had changed within two hours. He now had a shattered face, but the Mudokon did not have a scratch, yet he had a story. The two told Arnie of their incidents, and he listened eagerly to find out who was able to take smackin' at robots and lived. When he heard it was Gappiqu and Goresplatter, he was both pitched in rage and laughter. He was frustrated that this kind of thing happened because Arnie completely ignored the two's trouble making behaviours, but he was also ammused by the irony. Arnie probably deserved it, but on the other hand, the robot or the Mudokon did not. If it was up to him, they should be hunted down and given no mercy. Then the little a******s could face what they deserve.
Before he could laugh hysterically or yell at Molt, his larynx couldn't take the intense actions it must perform. Slowly, he was caught short of breath, had no control over his gun, and had became wobbly on his pants. All because he couldn't raise his voice properly. He dropped his gun and his throat felt clogged. Molt had lost his voice in ten second.
Molt calmed his voicebox and reached down to pick up his gun. When he did, he realized that now a Vykker, followed by a Mudokon and two Steefs, were now wanting to speak to Arnie. If distractions kept on being applied, he would never be able to get a job in time. He had to make his point clear and fast, if he wanted something. Molt said in his low and rasp voice, "Everyone wants to speak to Arnie. So shush, wait in line, and accept that I have been needing to speak to Arn longer than you will ever."
He continued, "Arnie, I have just lost my voice and lost control of my gun in a matter of seconds. Does that mean anythin' to ya, that maybe, just maybe, I couldn't even mess someone's day up now? Ya should just let the fact go that I broke yer elevator, and do this. Send yer Sligs after those two knitwits, encage them, and send them to Skillya. Is it that hard to say you hired two manaics and yer wrong? Just get rid of them. If you like, I could fix up yer robot. Just to say how nice I really am. Just hire me, and I won't have to bother ya ever again. How about that?"
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