[Munch's Master]

OOC: Man this is DYING. Also, BBS 890, we don't have carnage and slaughter in this RP. Sorry.

IC:
Dek looked uyp, seeing Krik.

"Ah, yes. Hello Krik. I've been....busy. You'll recall the Meech specimen we discovered? Well, arrangements have been made to study it in a Labs facility. Praetyre went to sort out all the paperwork, yet I'm pratically certain he's hung me out to dry. I've nto had any further word from the Labs, not even about a re-employment."

He sighed, and popped another Chill Pill. "Regardless, life moves on. And yes, I believe I do have some lip twine somewhere. Could you find it, I'm a little busy with a patient right now..."
Dek was too engrossed with what he was fonig to notice the other two arrivals. He was vaguely aware of an excited commotion between them upon meeting, but nothing more.
"Yes yes, that's all very good whoever you are. Now both of you get along with whatever you're supposed to be doing. And whoever needs the stiching, take a table. I'm sure Krik will attend to you shortly." He said airily, before raising his voice again. "Jim! I could really do with you helping me bring through this machinery right now! Whichever newcomer who doesn't need the stitches, you help too!!!!"