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Krik glanced at #7; "I believe the term is stress. If I were you I'd go and find your boss a box of chill pills. There's a rather stupid intern around here somewhere who should be able to help."
He turned his attention to Arnie, "Sir, I suggest you try and calm down a touch. One slig has burst in shouting doom and disaster but until you know how bad the problem is, and knowing sligs it could be nothing more than a burnt fuse giving off sparks, and until it is sorted out it would be wise to try and keep a clear head. Do your duty to your factory and stay calm."

Krik hardly felt he was responsible for stopping any glukkon from going on a bloody rampage - it hardly made use of his skills as a biologist - which may have been why he suggested chill pills rather than something safer.

In the mean time, Dionysia had decided to go and check out this fire but as she made to enter the door she bumped into an intern girl just coming into the room. "Hey, watch wehre you're going!" She barked, pushing the intern back.