[skillyaslig]

OOC: Uh, is the cafeteria door open? People are saying its shut, then its not….so I can hurl my fellas inside…*snorts* Oh, and that ‘mud moment’ is like a blonde joke. There you go Zerox
IC:
Cylepso blinked and looked at Wic and said, “an Intern huh? Would that have to be…oh I don’t know, Calvin Castro by any chance? We spoke to him ‘fore. He’s hurt, I think. A slig shot him in the face. Looks nasty, but I think he is alright, they took him into the cafeteria, or something like that…”
Seb nodded and said, “mamgfgahanm? Mnagan aghanma mnaga hnjmm,a mnaghah.”
“He said, ‘do you know him? He looked rather anti-social.’ well, he looked tough. To be a gang like the black scrabs, you would have to be. Hey are you in the black scrabs?”
“Mnnham. Nmanghaha gnmama mnahham.” Seb murmured, looked amused.
“He isn’t that little. He’s young, so that’s a excuse.”
“mnmaha. Nmamahn hmama mnhnamam.”
“You Interns are naturally tall, not like Mudokon children.”
“nmanmah, nmahanj. Hmammaan ghgnma maghnam.”
“Your weird, Seb.” Cylepso said, grinning.
“Mnnahamm? Gnmam, nmaham.”
“Yeah, it is sometimes.” She turned to Galaleo, “Do you know the Black Scrabs?”
Seb rolled his eyes, “Mhnmam gnmam! Hnmma, nmamah?”
“Oh yeah, I sometimes have these mud moments.” Looks at Wic, “No offense, little dude.”
“Mnmaham, nmamah?”
“Ah yes! That’s a excellent idea!” She beamed at Seb, who made a face, and then looked at Wic, “Would you like us to take you to the cafeteria? Your gangster friend should be there.”
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Vester watched the little scrab, then scuttled forward, like a demented bolamite, and muttered, “Lill’ scrabbie, wot you eating?” He reached out with a massive hand, snorting.
Lenny was still rolling about, but now he was giggling, “Hehe, rollin’ rollin’!”
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“Well, I don’t!” Jutt snapped, getting irritated.
“Look, ye need to admit to it. it’s the frist step to getting’ over it is tha’ admit to it.”
“Wot da hell have ye been reading‘?”
“I like to read,” Jatt retorted, “it was ‘12 steps to solving your problems’. I use it to get over ma soul storm brew addiction. I haven’t drunk any in over 2 months.”
“Tha’s ‘cause the brewery blew.”
“Not. I have self control.” Jatt said smugly.
“Whadda ye implying?”
“Oh nothin’…just you to weak willed to get over it…”
“What?!”
"Well, im just sayin'-"
"Whadda ye want?" This was snapped at the flying slig (Slash)
"Dont be so rude, ye prick."
"I was just askin'."
"Snappin' more like." Jatt muttered
"What ever." Jutt snarled, he folded his arms, looking irritated.
"Huh, ignore 'im. 'es just in a foul mood, 'cause i was 'elpin' 'im ta get over 'is problem." Jatt said to Slash.
"I dont not have a friggin' problem."
"Sure ye dont. Anywho, what ye want, flyboy?"