Slap noticed how both of the Vykkers had decided to make him their personal nurse. And if he did remember correctly, he was hired as a doctor assistant. This started to frustrate him as he saw Praetyre that he was not a person who could manage such things, see that both seemed to not go and do it themselves. These feelings were not new to him, but he hated to know why they were happening. They only happened whenever.....
Slap closed his eyes and tried to relax. He then typed onto the laptop something that might surprise the both of them. "Sirs, I would like you two to know that when I applied for this job, I said I didn't have any tempermental issues what so ever. However, I do have one that might surprise you. It is the rage against Vykkers that assumed that by their species I had no ability to compete with them in medical profession. My first master was named Dr. Eloha, you might have heard of him. He was one of the few that started a Slig improvement project and performed the first ever body transplant system. At birth, I was ordered by himself to have me be his personal secretary. In those times, I was either roughly given orders or given torturous punishments. And not all of his punishments were because I made a mistake, but just because he was angry with his co-workers. Those punishments had harmed me so badly, that once I was given the priviledge to attend a school, I was ordered to have my scars removed by a Vykker first. They were afraid that my scars would disturb my fellow classmates enough to want me to be used as a murdered science project. Dr. Eloha did these experiments on me because I was an Intern. It didn't matter to him even if I was his best friend, he wanted me to be sure that I was his second bapple, and not an equal one at that. Yet maybe you should consider how you treat me before having one angry Intern.
Oh and Praetyre, this Slig is considered like a cut to me. I have 25 years of experience in the medical field. These kinds of conditions of Sligs are not a surprise to me. I have seen what happens to Fuzzles with gasleaks. I have watched them get affected physically by the gas until they die. That was the most horrifying thing I ever saw in my life. I will have nightmares of them dying of having to cough up their organs, having the eyes bursting into flames because of the gas. And the worst part was that they had their hair on them rot and be shed off. And underneth, you saw the horrible mutation they were developing on their furless bodies. So don't assume I know nothing about these subjects.
On a different subject, may I add that you should restrain Arrack until his wounds are completely healed. When he is healed, send him to a locked storage room with me inside. I can fix his problem. I just need 26 hours, a key, and a painting of Mullock. His condition is probably the result of having to suffer like this over time. His locomotion abilities in the frozen chamber died, but his mind wasn't. His mind probably wanted to know why he is being sent to death like this. Arrack eventually thought that this was all part of the Hot Intern Church (That isn't real, but to him it is) and eventually started to create ideas on why he was tortured like this. The worst problem of his case is that he believes these ideas. He is mentally insane, but nothing a trained doctor can't fix. If I can relate to him or at least make him think that he simply angry, you can take it from there. So that is all you need to do.
And Praetyre, this laptop is fixed on a writing program. It was designed by a Vykker that needed a portable computer to write mathematical equations since he was a mathematician. When he died, I accuired the laptop and changed the key figures to form letters instead of operation signs and numbers. I had to memorize what number meaned which letter, so you can see that my photographic memory paid off. If you want internet access, ask Arnie that. I can't fill out that order. Besides, he is already frustrated by me trying to tell him that there is a problem in the Labortory. However, I do have 600,000 bags of moolah. I could see if I can use some of it to afford some equipment we need here at the Labortory.
I will fill out those orders for you. But I have one for you. When a metallic Slig starts coming around here wanting my body his mouth, order him to go have a talk with Arnie. He goes by the name Molt by the way. That is all. Goodbye."
Slap took his laptop with him as he headed out to the door. Maybe he can finally do collect enough Fuzzles to test some experiments on them. Hopefully not the ones he saw in the early days, but the ones he was taught to preform.
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Gappiqu looked down at the Vykker he had just wiped out. His anger became a strange kind of shock to him. It was a little surprising to see that an hit from himself can even slightily make someone go unconscious. He did do some boxing in the years before his new self came along, but he never was a good boxer even then. Why did he make this subject be harmed?
He gleefully accepted the compilaments from Goresplatter. He was going to turn around and verbally agree to them, but his surprised self became scared. He turned to face RG-49, which obviousily had saw it all. And if robots knew one thing, was what was considered an assult. Gappiqu knew one thing as well. For one thing, that was to get the Odd out of here!!
Gappiqu sprinted all the way out of view of Goresplatter, but not RG-49. Heaving and gasping for breathe for each step he was making, his thought were set one making his way out to escape. His plan was to hide from RG's scanning device until he got Goresplatter to attack RG. Yet his main priority was to kill off RG's chances from shooting his pants off. He saw a little space behind a pipe coming out of the ground and into the ceiling, and saw that as his chance to get himself into hiding until he figures out what to do. Gappiqu dashed harder to the pipe, but found himself unable to stop RG's shootings. The shots being given made him dive into crouching position, making himself realize that this was the end.
After the rapid noise of RG's rifle wasn't going off anymore, Gappiqu slammed his eyes open, breathing as slightily as he could. He realized that he hadn't been shot. But how? That was answered when Goresplatter had said, "Opps!" from a distance. It was clear to him now that he had somehow prevented RG from making himself fall onto the floor dead. Did Goresplatter make the shots and directed it to RG or did he simply caused RG to not shot directly at Gappiqu, he didn't want the answers for those questions. All he cared about was how he was going to use this chance to escape.
Gappiqu made his final sprints to behind the pipe, where he sat against it, trying to think of how he was going to survive. Yet all his plans died because of guilt. He heard Goresplatter say in the backround, "Even if you do get me, Gappiqu will rescue me, like I did him. Yooooouuu know it robo! If I had my arm free I'd take you on myself, I would..." Gappiqu didn't think to rescue Goresplatter. He just thought of being with Dionysia. Never Goresplatter.
Gappiqu started to discuss with himself in his head, "I'm already suspected of causing heavy amounts of damage around here. I don't need to be convicted with saviory of Slig terrorists! But I'm the reason for that mess. I'm probably already in trouble because of that. I probably should be returning the favor. Besides, maybe we can both try to eliminate RG-49... Maybe I could somehow make enough damage be inffected on him, I could try and delete all of his memory of us being criminals."
After he made his decision. What could he do to stop RG-49 from doing any damage? Prehaps he could.... Gappiqu got it. The pipes on the ceiling were the answer. He could try to get onto the pipes. He could scale them well until he got to a place above RG-49. When he did, he could land on the robot's face to cause enough destruction to be needed to fix him. He could put the robot back together again, but destory all of his protocalic memory of the last hour of his activeness. From there, he could say to him that he saved him from being destroyed.
Gappiqu brought himself to his feet and prepared his jump into the pipes. His Steef legs got ready to do some muscle jumping, and then Gappiqu tried to pray that all would be alright. He launched him small body into the air, and grasped onto the pipes. Gappiqu proudly congratulated himself for doing this as pulled himself into the maze of pipes on the ceiling.
He crawled along the top of the pipes on the small space he had to get across the pipes. As he scaled, he listened for any robotic movement. When he did sense some, the pipes he was on divided themselves across more regions of the basement. He looked down, to see that he was just above RG. His plan finally went into action when he dropped himself from the pipes and flipped himself to have his legs come down. He tried to land on the robot, while hoping he would.
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