“Cal? Indeed…Well that’s very interesting, to say the least…” Galaleo sniffed, and continued to scribble down on the notepad, his hand flying across the page. He stopped and peered at Scri and gave a rather snobby sniff, “Well, that’s wonderful…Cal.” He gave the Intern a rather nasty look, heavy with suspicion and a hint of smugness, before flicking through his notes, studying them, creases marring his forehead. He then glanced at the strange female slig and said, “What do you think the condition of this factory is like? Is it satisfactory?"
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“Sulking means to be like…angrily silent, refusing to talk or associate with others, because you are mad, sir. She is, because I told her off. And now she decided to go and harass someone else, sir.” She glanced over at Peach, who had seeked refuge in the form of Jatt. Martha’s face relaxed and she turned back to Vester, “I’m sorry for any harm she has cause you sir.”
Rusty was still moaning about his scratches rocking back and forwards, as he grasped his hand, “Ohh, my poor hand, cut, blood!”
“Oh shuddup! Mhoanin’ an’ complaening! Tiz ant evey bhad.” Niko remarked. He nudged Rusty and said, “Whuf dohnt yah getta shome bandieades?”
Rusty stopped moaning and complaining and stood up, though he was acting as though his whole arm had been bitten off, “I die for blood gone!’
“Getta offtha iz!”
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Peach purred and nuzzled Jatts hand affectionately. She glanced over at the other BigBro, who smelled a lot like the one patting her. She jumped lightly onto the table and trotted over to him and nudged his massive hand, trilling loudly.