[Moosh da Outlaw]

Out of Coffee: Its okay. It worked out. ^^

BIC:

"Is he suicidal or something? That isn't so good." She looked uneasy, but then brighted, quick as a wink, "Right!" She clapped her hands together, "Do you know where he might be? Did he say anything, or something...?"

Ophelia let out a barking laugh. "He's not suicidal, but the way he acts, you'd think he has a death wish." she frowned. "Unfortunately he never tells me anything, so I have no idea where he could be, but he likes eating and has a stomach like a black hole, so I figured he'd be around here somewhere."
Ophelia put on a calm face, thankful that the friendly slig was willing to help her out. However, at the same time, her brain was having a hissy fit.
'MOLA!' she thought, looking around. 'I'M GONNA HAVE YOUR HEAD ON A POLE FOR THIS!'
As she was coming up with ways to punish poor Mola in her head, something occured to her.
"Hey!" She blurted out. "You're female! Awesome! Its nice to see a slig on the winning side for once!"

Meanwhile Mola army-crawled under a nearby table, where a very tired-looking glukkon (Arnie) and a vykker (Krik) were sitting. He curled up, careful to avoid bumping into anybody's legs, and peeked out worriedly from under his hiding spot.

'I'm doomed i'm doomed i'm doomed i'm doomed i'm doomed OH ODD SHE'S LOOKING THIS WAY!' He backpedaled furiously, bumping into one of the table legs, and flinched as the table shook.

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Skelter stopped laughing abruptly. 'Hey, whats the deal?' she thought, feeling cheated. She'd just laughed in that mudokon pop's face, and she didn't even look upset!

"What the hell." She sighed to herself, turning up the music in her headphones. "Can't even get good insults through these days."