[Munch's Master]

OOC: AGHHH!! NOOBS WITH GUNS! RETREAT!!!!!!!!

IC:
Arthur and Dek had retired to the R+R, out of sight. Each of them had agreed it was best to stick together while hunting Molt.
Arthru was the first to awake, never a deep sleeper. He had been dreaming of the morning, when the Chronicler would arrive to set up his cookery business. He was awoken by commotions, bangs, and screams.
'Just like back at Vykkers' He thought.
Striding out of the R+R, he yelled at the top of his voice
'WILL YOU GIVE IT A REST! IMA TRYIN TA SLEEP HERE!"
Snarl. Pause. Glance around. Fidget. Shuffle back into R+R.
"Dek! Dek! Wake up!"
Dek was woken by Arthur furiously shaking him by his neck.
"....What? Why the rush? Not another gunfight I hope?" Dek drowsily asked.
"...Er......Yes."
"WHAT?! Is this factory NEVER safe?!"
Arthur stood awkwardly "Well, not really."
Dek sighed "Oh for Odd's sa-hrumph! Fine! let me get my things and I'll see what I can do."
Dek packed, and the 2 carefully snuck out of the R+R, past the chaos, towards the Labs.
"There's bound to be somebody injured," Dek was muttering "Cripples, schizos, psychotics, 2, count em, 2! Female mudokons with psychological problems!! None of this was in the job descripiton. I'm seeing Arnie about overtime pay and bonuses, the regular salary isn't worth this..."

OOC: Sorry, can't RP more, I've gotta go.