Skelter scowled. She hated being talked about like she wasn't there, but she decided to let it slide that time.
"As for your mouthy attitude, I say the traditional method could work out pretty well." Said a glukkon Skelter hadn't noticed before. She looked him over quickly; he looked as though he could explode at any second. "What do you say, Krik? Have you ever done stitching on someone?"
Skelter laughed. It wasn't a controlled, dainty laugh, like most females; it was a full-throated guffah. "I wouldn't trust gramps here with a needle if I were you." She said, glancing at the vykker. She was under the impression that the glukkon owned the place, so tried to act casual. It didn't work too well. "I'd like to see you try that. Besides, you were too busy screaming at that mud over there to even know if I was mouthing off or not." She glanced up at him from behind her hat. "Whats the job, anyhow?"
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"Now before we part ways Grubb01 please allow me to give you this."
With that Digit produced a strange globe of some sort. Ophelia picked it up hesitantly. "What is it?" She asked, beaming.
She was so distracted that she failed to notice that Mola had taken off down the hall like a freight train.
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