"Well I'd say either stick him somewhere in the factory where he can't do too much damage with a slig to guard him and a security orb, or put him in the stockyards with a slig. Maybe we should discuss it with the boss."
"I'd prefer the latter. I could even volunteer to guard him. Nonetheless, we should tell Arnie. This is a matter of the factory's safety, so he must be informed about this. Shall we go and find him now?" asked #7 Slig from Dionysia.
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Otto replied to to Charlie. "The R+R is on the first floor. From what I know, workers also keep their stuff in there. Maybe under their beds or the blankets or something. I haven't heard anyone complaining that he lost stuff before, so it could work for you too."
"Although, we could get at least a few lockers for them." noted Arnie.
"There should be lockers in the factory somewhere. Know anything about it, RG?" asked Otto.
"The only containers I have recently seen are in the workshop on the ground floor. But I have to add that those are not fit to store anything larger than a medium-sized crate." said RG.
"What about the Security Office? Where do Sligs usually store their guns?" asked Otto.
"They don't usually store them. They are usually carrying them around." replied RG curtly. But before Otto could retort, he added. "But I shall keep my optical sensors active for any lockers, if it is really that important."
The Glukkons watched as Charlie walked away to the Cafeteria. Then, Arnie turned to Jakka. "Wait, did he say you have animals with you?"
"According to my library of organic lifeforms, Boombats are considered to be a dangerous species and are strictly unadvised in Industrial environment, due to their habit of exploding on impact..." said RG in a 'by-the-book' sort of tone, but Arnie cut him off and spoke to Jakka.
"Tell me a bit more about them. RG has a point about Boombats, but I'd like to hear more from you."
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Rick was scrubbing the counter when a Clakker came in the Cafeteria, and walked up to the counter. He introduced himself and told Rick about him taking the cook job.
"Hi there, Charlie. I'm Rick, as Arnie might have told you." he took his wing and shook it. "I'm not an official cook around here, but I'm usually the first who actually notices that the food trays are empty. So no sweat, you didn't practically take my position." he said reassuringly.
"Now, the Cafeteria... Well, there's not much about it. First, you get a tray of Scrab Legs from the freezer from the back room here." Rick pointed at the door behind him, on the right. "Then you put it in the oven here, see?" He pointed at the oven on his left. "You only need to turn it on, the heat's already set. Then, when they're roasted, you take them out and place them on the counter. And maybe you should put some spice on them, from this box here." He pointed at the box on the counter.
"That's all, I think. You should be able to find everything you need - here or in the back room."
Rick heard Charlie mentioning his wound on his arm. He raised it, examining it from close. "This here? I got this from a Scrab some years ago. It's got nothing to do with this place, but there are still a lot of ways to get yourself injured here. Well, not in the kitchen, maybe." he grinned.
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