[Munch's Master]

Arthur narrowed his eyes at Dionysia. "I make no bones about the fact I'm not employee of the decade, but I can do my job missy. I just don't likes it. An' how should I know where the guy ran off to? Prob'ly gone to his job like you should be doin'. Darn female hormones, never makes for good labour."
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Dek looked at Krik. "I was unaware we even had these prisoners, I was rather negaged with my operation. And since you're already in here, surely it is yoru responsibility to have made sure they were properly secured?"
As he was saying this a Snoozer thundered through the door, locked weapons onto all 4 occupants, and began emittign soem drone about restraining through force and callnig security. Dek prided himself on the safety and success rate of his Lab, and as it was early in the morning, he had just been through a lengthy meeting, and had yet to have breakfast, he was not so much stressed as offended. He turned to face the machine.

"Now, firstly, I didn't even know the factory had any Snoozers designated yet. Secondly, a Snoozer's job is to guard, not to forcibily enter my Lab without permission and hold up everyone in it. Thirdly, this is MY Lab. They are MY patients slash-prisoners. You will not take them out of here robot, I know how to deal with them and you frankly do not. You will also not call security here and generate another needless fuss and overcomplicated calamity as it will only mean someone gets hurt, not that you'd know much about that being a damned machine. I'm never one for bad language but what you will do, robot, is fuck off and leave us all be. This is my Lab, and I deal with it. Snoozers have no rights nor reasons to enter, least of all causing such chaos when they do so. I can and will deactivate you if you don't, and will then utilise your machinery for biomechanics research. So if you wish to stay operational, do what is right by the factory and not your protocol, and leave."
Dek neglected to mention to the Snoozer the issue of not knowing a thing about "his" prisoners either. He eyed up the machine, and looked through to the back storeroom, auging whether he could get there before it locked and fired.
'There's Snuzis and an EMP-tuned electroshocker in there, dammit Krik move for them!' he thought.