[Patrick Vykkers]

Praetyre spoke to Slap, noticing Anni getting up;
"Don't alert her (Kix) please. It would only upset her and make her overly nervy. Get a Slig to keep an eye on her(Anni). We don't want her escaping. Also, is it truly wise to employ this new fellow without the Boss' permission? You can get slapped"
Praetyre laughed for 4 seconds, his laughter coming out as same tone uttering
"..get slapped with a heavy fine if you practice medicine without a license. Anyway, thanks for the tip, and I suppose that one armoured Vykker with a Snuzi and Lil' Hacker isn't as good as the sometimes armoured Sligs with guns. But I feel a great urge to report this to the Boss, as I'd rather resolve this issue sooner than later."
Praetyre walked away from Slap, and towards Anni, removing his helmet to give himself a more friendly voice;
"Hello, my good patient. How are you? I'm terribly sorry it took so long to fix you up, I must of been a bit groggy in the morning. I must say you are growing into a lovely young lady, with much potential. You certainly have a potential for a nurturing nature, and care of your many charges."
Praetyre winked at Anni;
"Anyway, there's a thing I'd like to resolve with you.."
Praetyre leaned closer to Anni, whispering in her ear;
"Has the Boss talked to you about the Zappflies and the bees?"
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Domino turned to the Vykker, who had taken his helmet off and began writing Post It notes;
"Hello Praetyre. It's Domino." He then made vague utterances of speech towards Praetyre to get his attention.
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Praetyre turned for a second and saw the Intern holding up a Post It note with writing identifying himself as Domino, an old servant of his uncle Bernie 10 years ago. Praetyre spoke;
"You don't look anything like him. Now, I'll get to you in a moment."
Praetyre turned back to Anni.
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Arrack drifted again in the dream world, experiencing the visions he had before, but seeing a new one. One of a grey, blinded Mudokon screaming and unseen hands torturing him. It kept agonisingly playing in dark detail until Arrack tried to escape, but found the one torturing the Mudokon was him. Arrack then sobbed in the blackness, tears running down his abomination of a face, weeping for what seemed like an eternity. Then, he flew up towards the roof of the dimension, bursting into consciousness.
Arrack spoke;
"Man, I shouldn't think too much about the folks I do my work on. Hey, why am I in the lab? Did I get a bump on the head? And who are all these folks? What's Praetyre doing here, Inhabitants? Why are Mudokons being allowed in the lab? And what's happened to my mask? I feel all naked and disgusting. I don't want to be demanding here, but I am Molluck's right hand Slig. Could someone please release me and give me back my mask so I can return to my duties?"