Molt grinned grimly. This was yet another chance for him to make the Mudokon feel even more frigthened and angry. So he decided to blurt out, "Tsk, tsk Ill face, I would have hoped that Vykkers could have told you your average body temperature so many years ago. But then again, if the Vykkers never tried to cure you, I bet they never cared one bloody crap about your medical papers. You probably don't even know your own name, and gave yourself a name on what you do. That's probably why you are always so angry, which is so Odd damn stupid as well.
Oh and, by the way, your anger is patheic. At least say something that would make him go running to his mum. I mean, come on, if you were beaten so many times, you would have at least been cursed at some point. Watch this."
This time, Molt directed his next statements at Slap.
"I'm even more angry at you, Mute neck. You should have at least known his own temperature, if you give a Odd damned crap about every poor wimp around here. Now your reputation has just made itself degraded. Hope yer happy, because even I know the average body temperature of a Mudokon. It's 63.85 Odd-in-height, for an usual Mudokon."
Slap became a bit pissed at this point and typed, "Molt, why on Oddworld do ever think that everyone around here, needs to be insulted around here?! This is why you aren't out of that cage! You come around the factory, acting like your boss and start telling people how to do their job. when you can't do your's! And..."
Molt didn't even seem the slightest bit impressed by his ranting. He said in a calm voice, "You are not moving me Slap. You are just typing things on your laptop, which I can just barely make out, and it doesn't make a arguement what so ever. Just learn to speak like me, and then we can nag about something pointless."
Slap rolled his eyes and typed, "I give up. Just come with me, Mudokon lifeform." Before he was going to walk away, there was one thing that stopped him. Gappiqu.
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Before that, something else happened. Gappiqu was now bursting with rage. Now that Dionysia was truely not his friend, because of his uncontrollable anger. Now he couldn't think all that too much, and decided just to go to Dek, and have his legs cut off. So Gappiqu cut the air by saying to the Vykker in front of him, "Hey bud, if you are still going in there, do something useful, and tell the boss that there was this b****** that came here last night, so tell him he should be beaten until the Mud is outta him!!"
So Gappiqu threw the native at the Vykker, without any care if the native could escape or even harming both the Vykker and the native. Gappiqu left in a huff, rushing to the labortory. After he was at the sign that said Dek's Lab, he finally went into the lab. Stomping his way through the materials around the lab, he finally found one of the awake doctors, Slap.
Gappiqu barked, "Hey buddy, slice off my legs!"
Slap rose a brow. He knew what he meant, but never that Gappiqu would ask like this. Something else must be going on with him. So he typed without giving off any anxiousity signs, "Sir, I am in fact, trying to accomplish an operation without distractions, so if you don't mind..."
Gappiqu screamed, nearly at the top of his lungs, "NOW!!!!!!!" He gripped Slap by theneck and pulled him up above his head. Slap, with a surprised and concerned look, was losing his air, without any chance to be let go. Slap thought, "This place is full of overly aggressive manics! How can I stop him?!" Slap realized that he had some medince in a needle that could possibily knock out this Slig for three hours. Slap tried to reach into his apron, without making it seem like that he was trying to grab something, but Gappiqu seemed to be have lifted him entirely, above his head. That made it so that he could see everything Slap was doing, which was a smart idea. But now, Slap would die of choking, and this Slig would probably wreak havoc on Rupture Farms. Trying to breath, Slap waited for some sort of distraction.
Molt, taking this all in, was a bit impressed. Gappiqu seemed like a Slig that would gasp when a law of the Magog Cartel is broken, not the type that would break one of them. Molt rose a metal brow, and thought, "Amateur. When you want something, you blackmail, not kill them without giving them at least seven seconds of saying something. Besides, I wouldn't even do that. But maybe, I can take advantage of this, seeing how they aren't going to listen to me."
Molt looked around, and saw something. It was a little screw from one of the old equipment in here. Molt smirked, but returned to his old stance. He said without showing any fear of what would happen, "Well Crappiqu, you have made yourself upgraded from crappy twit, to anger-mad moron. This may seem like that you are all powerful, but you still can't do the thug thing. If you are going to blackmail someone, actually have the body alive. Although it would be an improvement for mute neck, but you are just being a b****. Not a thug. So lose the tough guy act and I bet Slap would be a lot more negionatble alive."
Gappiqu was ready to draw a line when Molt made fun of still, even though clearly was showing that he was trying to choke someone. Gappiqu shouted again, "Oh shut up, metal brain!! Don't tell me anything, if you can't even do your job!!!" This time, he gripped on Slap's neck harder, causing him to squeak in trying to catch breath.
At this point, Molt grumbled. "Not doing my job!? Why you don't even know your job!!" Molt said a little more rougher this time, "See, this is why I hate you guys. You suppose I'm not doing my job by yelling at everyone, but none of you get the point. I do this because my job is this make sure they factory is completely functional. And maybe that means I should snap some into these people! Everywhere I go, everybody is either talking or complaining to Arnie! Gorecrap got what he got, because when he was suppose to do his job, he sneezed up the door of Arn's! And when he was to clean it up, he did nothing! Zip! So he deserved to be pushed and he decided that was something that meant that he was to die! He deserved to be shot, if all he think about, is making sure everyone's feelings aren't hurt!
Which brings up another reason why I yell. Everyone here considers each other equal, but never as one with respect. This Mud here feels like he can shout at everyone, but never learns in what we can do! That's why I threaten! To show I mean business, and I'm not going to give you an easy break if you don't do your work. That's what this factory needs around here! Displine! And it pisses me off to see you guys act like I'm a maniac, because of my ways! And another thing..."
Gappiqu was absolutely outraged with Molt's ways of using everyone to make themselves stupid. Gappiqu didn't care about the operation anymore. This was about to kill Molt, until his body parts are in a grinder. Gappiqu dropped Slap, not caring about his sudden deep gasp, or that he was struggling himself up. Gappiqu reached into his gun handles and the other hand into one of his pockets. Taking out his slingshot and his last grenade, he placed both on each other, and pointed the slingshot at Molt. Gappiqu shouted, "Say goodbye, brother!!"
Slap, heaving for more breath, looked at Gappiqu furiousily. Now this Slig, was worse than Molt. Now he will really kill someone, but he would be resposible, so Slap knew he had to act fast. So he went through his apron, thinking, "Come on, where is that needle?!" At last, he found a needle, and it was full of knock out medince. Slap rushed over to Gappiqu, and stabbed him in the neck to knock him out. But it was too late. Gappiqu pulled the trigger.
Yet, this was what Molt had been anticapating for. Right when the grenade was hurling toward him, he threw the screw just as fast. Just then, both the grenade and screw blew in a minute, causing fire to last for two seconds. The damage was nothing big, but Gappiqu was flown back, but he didn't land on Slap. He landed on the floor. Two other things that happened, was that two of the lightblubs over head of the explosion, died. There was this little shadow glumily was apparent in front of Molt. Speaking of Molt, he wasn't damaged at all. The metal prevented any damage toward him. The cage, however, was severly damaged. There was this hole in front of him, which could make an easy escape. Molt grinned at these events, but he didn't go running just yet.
Slap, with blurred vision, due to the explosion and the lack of breath, took a few moments to take this all in. He couldn't see Molt too well, so he didn't see the holein cage. But he was able to see a chair behind him, and decided to sit down. He took in many deep breaths and thought, "Odd, the second day here, and already I have nearly been killed, by two different people! Can't I have a break? But yet, my job isn't about me, it's about others. So I will stand strong."
After some moments of near quietness, Slap stood up, and wrote, "Thank you Molt, for saving my life. I will let you be, but if you try to harm any more people, I will see that your crimes will be reported to your mother, Skillya. I will release you once I'm done with this Mudokon."
Slap looked at the Mudokon and rose his hand, in a gesture to respresent that he wanted him to get up. ut he didn't realize that Molt was now grinning like a puppy with a new toy. He had just got freedom from someone who was extermely tired, and probably doesn't know of his plans. Now, he just had get out of here once Slap was gone.
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