IC: IC: "Yelled at? Pfft. We get attacked on sight if anything feels like it, no rules to abide by, so nothing gets punished or anything. You have that sort of control to protect you. And we can't go just anywhere, normally tehre are industrialists who wouldn't take well to us, larger animals, inhospitable environemnts...I don't know how far I'd reach from the factory here, it's rather barren out there. I often rely on the old products this place made before it blew up, stored out there. Thank goodness for the preservatives..." Sturg sidled forward towards the noise, and peeked round a corner. A hude mass of industrialists was in there. His sensory system allowed him to take alot in quickly, like the fact there was a small Scrab in there not being attacked...he quickly flipped back round and stood back to the wall "Uh...that doesn't look too good to me..."
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