[OddYouko]

Tell them when and where to work; do some organisation! These words of Krik were advice at least, instead of criticism. And it made sense to Arnie: exercising control over things is the best way to keep things running as good as possible.

He turned to the Slig standing next to the table. Even though he was recounting the usual welcome speech, he couldn't ignore the throbbing in his temple, which was getting stronger. "...uh, right. So, I guess you're here for a job. Do you have any special skills or..."

But he had to break off, because he noticed a distraction coming from the counters. The noise of the fighting couple penetrated his eardrums, amplifying the nasty throb. "What's going on...?" As he said this, one of the fiercest throbs struck him; his sight was momentarily obscured by the veins thickening in his eyes because of the sudden blood surge.

He steered back quickly to his normal state, but somehow uttered a few words in a rather gruff voice, which he barely heard himself. "RG... Go and sort them out."

RG and #7 Slig looked at him simultaneously in a near-comical way: the latter in bewilderment, the former in admiration. After a few seconds, #7 Slig asked. "Sort them out...?" But RG cut him off. "With pleasure, Boss." With that, the robot set off towards the fighting group. #7 Slig followed him with his eyes, then turned back to Arnie, who took a great sigh with his eyes closed, then turned back to them, looking normal but a bit confused at the same time.

IC: Phats who was quit calm stayed by his master's side. Drooling and scratching himself. Corky on the other hand was still pretty nervous. "Um..yes...Boss" Corky replied. But as soon as he was going to continue he also looked back at the couple fighting. He turned back at Arnie but stepped back. 'I can't do this!' He screamed in his mind. He looked at Arnie again and was a little surprised by the way he was acting. "Are you ok...Boss?" He twitched a bit.

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Roy stood up from were he was sitting. He looked around the hall way seening if there was anything he might of missed. He dusted off and began walking through the halls. He rubbed his wash cloth. He stopped by another meat grinder. Roy just sighed and got to cleaning the non-working bloody grinder. Of course he started from the bottom but didn't wanna get near the top. The sharp blades were covered with dried up blood. Roy didn't wanna be the grinder's next victom so he didn't clean the top. He moved away from the grinder for a minute.