IC: As Patrick finished his Scrab Legs he decided on what to do next. He looked at the supposed boss of the factory (Arnie) and he went into a look of deep thought. He then quietly said to himself.
"I don't want to be employed a job just yet, maybe I can loaf around more before I actually start working here. Besides it is just the first day!"
Patrick snickered at his idea and quickly got rid of his leftovers and left his tray in a pile of unused trays. Just to be mean like that. He fast-walked out of the cafeteria as best as he could and got to the hallways of the facility.
"Jeez, nothing but gray walls and empty spaces, the lighting is horrible too! Who funded for this pile of trash called a factory anyway?"
Patrick sighed, knowing that no one would answer, and began to aimlessly walk through the hallways, suddenly he saw a mudokon-like figure (Roy) ahead of him. He stopped in his tracks and held up his gun slowly. He spoke in his deep glutton voice.
"Hey you there! Shouldn't you be in the cafeteria or at your working station!?"
ooc: Just trying to get things moving :P.
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