"Haven't you any work to be getting on with? I believe the medical and scientific facilities in this building are on the floor above. That's where I'd expect you to find the laborotory staff as well."
Skelter scowled. "Labratory staff? You kidding me? Do I look like a nurse to you?" She rolled her eyes. Vykkers! Always thought they knew everything, didn't they? What exactly went on in their blimp-sized heads?
"OK, you may not know this, but I've recently become known as a food conny-sewer, at least I think that's how it's pronounced. I can make a good intern soup. Interested?" Somebody else (Arthur) butted in.
Such rudeness! Why was everybody interrupting her all the time? "Well, its not pronounced that way, but don't sound it out; you might hurt yourself. Oh, and if you're looking for something to cook, try yourself. You've got plenty of meat on your bones." With that she poked the slig in the stomach.
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Ophelia lead Mola back up the stairs, muttering under her breath. "Okay, so maybe Rupture Farms was a no-go." she sighed.
Mola seemed distracted with something else. He was staring down the hall, his eyes like saucers. Ophelia frowned. "What is it?"
Mola pointed a trembling finger towards the train station, at a strange metal creature (Digit) farther down. Ophelia stiffened.
"HEY A ROBOT." She shouted bluntly. "Cool!" The pair ran over towards it, hopping around it in a little circle. "Can you shoot lazers? Or solve math problems in your head?"
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