IC: One of the Mudokons fainted and collapsed to the ground. But he ehard the mention of Vykkers. He stopped. He hadn't considered that possibility, as obvious as it ought to have been. But what choice did he have? He'd probably die or something if he didn't try. At the very least he'd have a look. "No..other choice...at least look inside" he told them as he trundled past. Then, he saw an open door, and waddled to the side of it. He peeked his head round and looked. Sure enough, Vykkers. He saw a few inhabitants strapped to table being operated on. But they didn't seem to have any weird metal attachments or anything, what he could see of it was that all they were doing was helping them, though this may only be because they were factory workers and so they weren't allowed to do so. Alas, he had little choice. Better to be experimented on and live than to just die. Cautiously, he stepped round the corner towards them. He merely said "Help", a simple, short message to explain he needed, well help. Anything else could be explained later, hopefully. He saw an empty bed like the ones other inhabitants were on. He walked towards it, then stood next to it patiently.
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