OOC: Apparently, you're serious about an armed Mudokon entering a factory and asking for a job, Mars. Well, here it goes then... I'll asume that Mars knocked on the Office's door.
[Gretin posts in the meantime] Exactly. But I see what all this goes down to, and it's Arnie's inactivity. I shall fix that now.
Who knows, I might post here more often from now on. I'd be sort of a "relief text typing", compared to my thesis paper. I can't grant anything, but seeing that I came here and started replying, instead of homework or even gaming, it could be sign.
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"Hold on." said Arnie, sitting at his table in his office. Apparently, a knock on the office door interrupted a conversation he had with someone on the Fone. Throb, throb... His temple was still at it.
He stood up from his chair and grudgingly went to the door. "I hope you have a good reason..." he shouted at the door generally. He said "Open" to the door console, after which the heavy door slid open, revealing a Mudokon. Arnie's eyes flew wide open, seeing that the newcomer had all sorts of Native weaponry with him.
"CLOSE AND LOCK!" he yelled at the console again, jumping back while the door thundered down back into its place, and there was a clicking sound. Arnie took deep breaths to calm himself down.
"Hey, you still there? Is everything OK?" The voice came from the computer on Arnie's desk. The Glukkon he had a conversation with must have heard the proceedings.
Arnie went back to the desk. "Uh, sure, just a minor misunderstanding here, I'll take care of it. Listen, just send the equipment I asked for, alright?"
"Settled, a train will leave with it shortly. Just what exactly is going on..."
"End." said Arnie to the computer, and the connection hung up. "Announcement." he said, and a window appeared on screen, indicating him to start speaking.
"To all factory security! To start with, I'd like to congratulate you on the amazing work you're doing here. The walls of this factory are impenetrable because of your presence. It's only a minor blotch on your sheet that an armed Native Mud made it to my office without any of you noticing!" he shouted the last sentence.
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Rick was on the floor of his cage, trying to reach a small tin cup that was lying on the storage floor not too far from him. Finally, he managed to scrape it closer to his cage and took it. He sat up and started clanking on the cage bars rythmically while singing tonelessly.
"In a cage I sit like Scrabs and Meeches,
They stuffed me in here with awful screeches..."
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