Slap watched as both a Vykker that dressed like the Sligs that lost a bet, and two Sligs (one of them being a female and injured) that were demanding attention. Slap shook his head, being absolutely surprised that this factory never seemed to stop being weird. This was stranger than the time that Munch, part of species thought to be extinct, had used Humphrey's technology implants to destroy both Vykker Labs 13 and many Magog Cartel factories. All Slap could think was that this place was either going to throw him into thearpy after a year of being there, or let him learn that the world was full of different people. You could never believe who is out there or what had been born. Hopefully it was the second one.
He lifted his head to return into reality and faced the new members in the Laboratory. This meant they had to decide whether to hire a strange Vykker and have extra work be done, or have three doctors treat three different patients and more to come. Slap thought it was ridiculous, because the Vykker seemed pretty average. They needed an extra doctor, no matter if it was a little girly. Heck, as far as they knew, the Vykker could have lost a bet, just like Sligs! Slap typed to the other doctors, "Judging this Vykker will get us no where. We need extra assistance. This Vykker seems average by standards, aside from the fact it wears clothing for fashion statements. If it does anything we do not approve, we treat it with knock out gas and throw it out of Rupture Farms with charges of not focusing on work related material on the job.
Look it at this way, we have three doctors here. We have three patients that require more than one doctor. This Meech needs to have an operation, we have a female Slig who has injuries, and a Slig who hasn't been diagonosed yet. At a real, small hospital, there would be nearily 30-60 patients at a time, with tons of doctors that could work over 26 hours a day. We have a smaller job, but we still have one Odd of a job to do. (Excuse my language please) Now, let's set aside this Vykker's differences and work with that.
Praetyre, declaring this an emergency situation is like calling a Scrub who wears red clothing a terrorist. It's nothing compared to what I had to go through in a hospital. Now excuse me, I need to deal with the new Sligs and the new Vykker,"
Slap went around the Meech and approached the girly Vykker. He typed politely, "Hello Vykker surgeon. I am sorry for our other Vykkers' behavior, we are under stress. Espically I, who hasn't had a decent amount of sleep for four years. Where is my manners, welcome to the Laboratory of Rupture Farms. You could work here at no cost, as long you qualify for a doctor, which I'm confident you will pass. Now please excuse, someone has to attend to these Sligs,"
Slap next went to the door and typed to both of the Sligs, "Well, sorry for our delay, we have no such ability to hear people knock the door in the Laboratory. But anyway, we will treat this female, injuried Slig organic. I just need to lift you off the ground. Help me mascline Slig, I am not as physical as you,"
Slap first tucked his laptop inside his apron and then grabbed onto one of the long, ape-ish arms of the female He used a lot of strength to lift her up. He wasn't able to carry large organics very well, even thought he was able to lift up a Vykker the other day. So, he waited for both Sligs to responde, and tried his best to continue to hold up the Slig.
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Isaac was relieved when the Vykker left. That was pretty freaky to see a Vykker, since they looked like their skin was about to rot on their living body. He was still in fear, for an unknown reason. He couldn't find himself to relax very well, but he knew he was okay. There was nothing to fear now, but he was still scared. What did the Vykker do to him? He felt a strange pain in left arm, which was red. Isaac didn't land there. He was too scared to think what had happened to him.
While the rest of the Mudokons left except for one, Isaac was left to face that he might need to follow them. He still had no clue what he should be doing around here. Before he could do anything, a bulky Mudokon asked him if he was all right. He responded, "I doun't know, I fell okay, but my arm feels funy, and-,"
He stopped to look at this Mudokon. It was familiar somehow, but then he quickly realized who it was. Isaac started to shout, "Hey wait a hole darned minute, yer that Mudokon who refuved' (refused) ta help me and my brothers! Yer were like, 'No man, I doun't have a barrel stuck in me pocket', and left me ta find one! What do ya want from me now?"
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Kix groaned. This was just what she needed. Some Slig that was pretty disgusting that could disturb the entire community. If Dean was scared, she bet that she would be scared, along with Anni. This wasn't good at all. Maybe she could get the Slig to not be noticed, or at least hide his horrorifying piece of him. She asked Dean nicely, "Well, can you tell him we need to get in there without looking at him? Anni can't bear from watching some ugly looking Slig, even more so if it makes us tremble,"
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I see she hasn't forgotten Agent...Is anyone gonna notice that she knocked on the lab door and is talking to herself?
). As they went in, Ricky asked with a hint of fear in his voice;
