[Patrick Vykkers]

IC:
Praetyre replied to Dek;
"It's a crying shame the shower didn't do the reverse and burn these little furry demons until all their brains flew out of their pathetic skulls."
Praetyre thought, silent and still as the grave for seemingly an aeon, then replied to Slap;
"My plan is quite simple. All we need is anaesthetic, already available from the surgical area, an Elum baster, a female Paramite, some kind of holding pen, and 10 crates of Paramite Chow.

We first hold down and anaesthesize our friend here, go over to the kitchen and borrow an Elum baster, extract some of his sperm, find a female Paramite, impregnate her, and keep her in here for 5 months and keep her feed and healthy.

We then repeat the process with the offspring until the 3rd or 4th generation. Then we mate our friend with his great grandchildren and produce a real specimen, then I'll file a request with the Patriarch for a family favour of 500,000 Moolah. Then, we get permission from the boss to reopen the Stockyards, and transform them into a huge Meech ranch, where our little friends can frolick and breed to their hearts content. Then, once they start overbreeding, we cull the extra offspring and make Meech Munchies again.

Then, we can take a sperm from one of them and offer the rights to compete with the company for Meeches at auction. That should earn the boss and us millions, and we can reconstruct the rest of the factory, and make Rupture Farms once again the biggest meat factory on the planet. My plan does not involve anything illegal, immoral, or anything that would make an angry Mudokon even madder. Even Abe probably wouldn't think I was evil. Any problems?"
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Domino continued to watch the movie, scenes of a Mudokon going up to a clearly doped Pud and asking him what the tear on his clothes indicated. The Pud spoke in dubbed tones, speaking of needing to take out garbage. The Mudokon then took a gun outside and shot his Scrab pet tearfully, which frightened the Mudokon watching the TV like a film in a film. For a 30 year old classic, there were some things classic even back then. Old Screechy was one of them.
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Arrack watched along with Domino, settling in further and nuzzling at the Intern's tie like a Slog.
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Domino felt distinctly uncomfortable at Arrack's body getting any nearer to his, but simply edged back and grabbed a pillow for the Slig's head to rest on.
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Arrack mumbled;
"I don't need no pillow. I don't need no pillow."
Arrack grabbed the pillow and wrenched it away, laying on the Intern's lap and nuzzling his tie again.
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Domino decided to try and lure Arrack away, unclipping his tie and leading the Slig like a dog away from him.
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Arrack followed, falling off the couch and reawakening fully. He waved at Domino, talking again;
"Hey, I'm just trying to nuzzle! It's a natural Slig instinct! Ugh, this bag is getting sweaty.."
Arrack grabbed the organ bag over his head, trying to rip it off.
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Domino pounced from the couch, closing his eyes as the bag went off for a second and trying to pull it on. He wrestled with Arrack, attempting to stop the Slig from grossing everybody out. Their wrestling continued to the R&R door, where they rolled out and began fighting in the open.