OOC: IloveHammy and ZERO101, I hate to upset you, but you should also remember to not ignore other characters trying to talk to you. Such as; Molt and Goshee. It is against the rules.
IC: Slap had watched the moniters the whole time and tried to find a safe spot to extract the no longer in use genetic material. He knew where the genetic material was, but he was rather uncomfortable having to the surgery. This was a surgery not normally performed on Sligs, and he had never been trained to do such an operation. No Vykker saw the use. In fact, he was one of the few doctors that he knew of that he even cared for Sligs' life. They saw that with their short life span, that keeping a Slig to live maybe 10 more years, was not worth using it. He had to convince the Vykkers last night, to even get Goresplatter to be treated. And doing operations out of his reach was not very suitble for him to accomplish. Molt, Goresplatter, and Stuey's cases were not as uncomfortable, because he had studied their body well enough to be comfortable to take action about their body. Yet, Arrack was different. He had never researched data banks on how Sligs should be handled when alive and having brain cells taken out. The only thing that came to mind was to use a scalpel to slice off some brain cells that contain information to make more. Brain surgery was going to be hard to do.
When Praetyre came back with the air tubes, he constructed the mechinism and inserted tubes into both Stuey's mouth and Arrack's mouth. The machine should pump air into their systems if they forget to do so anyway. It should also let their excerating air into the machine as well. After doing so, he brought himself to continue looking for the area of their brain that showed signs having genetic material cells.
When Praetyre returned, he was rather uneasy to think that Molt was gone. Not only did it risk other members of Rupture Farms, but Molt and himself. Slap needed orders to detain Molt from being in the Labortory. Without orders, knowing Glukkons, he would be given a punishment for unautherized release of a dangerous Slig. Not good on his part to have said that he had no idea what was going on with Molt. It would be bad on Molt's part as well since he had not been given a good amount of medication to insure his health. So Molt would risk having to suffer from an unhealthy condition that might cause him to die. Slap was not very excited to find that he might very well lose his job for not taking care of a patient fairly well.
Another issue came up. Praetyre kept on saying that the humidity increase with Arrack was just normal, but Slap was uneasy about it. If the humidity increased, Arrack's body will go through worse conditions that Praetyre could be concerned of. Failure of organs, dense air going into Arrack's lungs, all things that shouldn't happen to him.
When he rose his scalpel to slice some brain cells off, he wrote on his keyboard, "Sir, shouldn't we be concerned of the humidity increase of Arrack? I mean, it is alright that he reacting normally, but the fact that the humidity might increase so much on Arrack may be dangerous. Arrack has a condition where his body doesn't react very well to temperature changes. If he increases more in humidity, several of his organs will fail. His lungs with have water, his heart will have to pump more blood than usual, and his brain might fail entirely. So if he seems to have any of these sytopoms, tell me immediantly."
Slap started to slice some brain cells off, trying to get the only the brain cells that will be useful. Collecting more and more of it, he had carefully made small strokes to get the cells off, not trying to hurt Stuey at all. As soon as he got the most of it off, he had the scalpel just only a little slimey. He placed it beside him and decided to check the moniters on Stuey. His brain wasn't damaged at all. With relief, he carefully typed to Praetyre, "Can you give me a tad bit of tissue subistute to me? I need to place Stuey's skull back into place."
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Molt saw as the two river creatures left their positions, he felt almost insulted on how well he was not responded to. Feeling as if he had just been ignored, Molt grumbled, but found the action rather hard to do. Things he normally could do was becoming harder for him. He guessed it was due to old age.
While Molt waited for Arnie, he learned that the river creatures might be a little right about something. Perhaps he wasn't there. He would have to find him, and not get so worked up about getting into there. Molt was not the type to go on looking for some Glukkon, so he figured he might as well go and look on how the Grinders were coming along. They probably were fixed, sinc he could hear a new rumble from the Boilers that meant they were working. Trekking off to find the Grinders, he figured to go to the second level one.
Breathing hard, Molt trekked over to the stairs that gave access to the Grinders. He found it harder to breathe now, since he was still trying to recover from yesterday. It was all too much for him, since his body shouldn't be handling that kind of action anymore. Nevertheless, Molt went up the stairwell, and getting into the Grinders.
Molt was to be slightly impressed that no one was actually in that section of the Grinders. Not a piece of machinery was still running since Mudokons weren't up there. Not even Sligs were guarding the place. How suspiscious. He never liked to figure out that no one was around. But he did see a sign that read;
"Following functionings current conditions:
Conveyer Belts: Working
Boilers: Working
Saws: Connected to Electrical Inputs
Packaging Machinery: Functioning
Slog Huts: Working
Remote Controls for Snoozers: Functioning
Power: On
Heat: On
Pumps: Processing
Levers: Active
All activities in grinders are functioning as planned."
Molt knew that something was going on. Why were no Mudokons working here? He started to walk on the ledges that led around the place, but he stopped short when he thought he was seeing something. He looked down to see some activity going on. From there, he could see nine Mudokons working on the Grinders, cutting up deskined animals that he saw. At least something was going on. Also from there, he could see three Glukkons talking to each other. From there, he could only see a what they looked like. He wasn't sure if one of them was Arnie or not. Molt decided he might as well get onto that floor, so he could see if one of them could tell what he should be doing around, since he wasn't employeed. And he might need to know what he should be doing.
So Molt turned his pants onto the highest gear and sprinted off back into the Grinder's stairs, moving his body from left to right like all the rest. When he arrived at the stairwell, he slowed down and slowly used his pants to go downstairs. When he did so, he continued on downard, until he reached the second enterance to the Grinders. He hastily turned right and moved into the Grinders.
Eager to find Arnie, he trekked around the Grinders, trying to reach the three Glukkons. Luckily for him, one of them looked familiar. When he got to the Glukkons, he stopped to catch his breath. He had not breathed as much as he should have over the course of the time of going to the lower level of the Grinders, so he tried to relax his lungs with air. As soon as he caught his breath, he deeply commented to Arnie, "Hey Arn. It's me Molt. Remember me? The guy who forgot to hand in his application before getting here? Yeah, that's me. The name's Molt. And I will like to find out what I can do around here."
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Gappiqu had stepped out of the shadows to face Dionysia. He could see the confusion in her eyes, where she couldn't see what was going on. It upsetted him to have to ask about her past, since she wouldn't like that either. Coming in with your creator being led around by a gun is probably not the most romantic thing, but Gappiqu felt as if it was entirely necessary if what he had been looking for was real.
Before he could continue, he realized a native Mudokon was about. And it was holding a Spooce bow as well. Fear struck him as he remembered the native Mudokon who had killed off his friend. Those Mudokons had no right to come in and kill off anybody in the Magog Cartel. Ever since nine years ago, he had a strong fear of native Mudokons, since they were so destructive. Who knew what they were planning in the outside world? And that kind of mind was not about to be set around here.
So Gappiqu proclaimed at the Mudokon, raising RG's rifle at his face, "Why do I have a gun? Because I am a Slig, that's why! Why do you have Spooce Bow? Give to me, before I have to shoot you!"
He had forgotten entirely about Dionysia and the fact that he couldn't shoot a gun properly. Gappiqu was just too afraid of the native to remember all of that.
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Bonty was impressed on how the Mudokon was able to know what he they were doing. So far, he was surprised to see on how the Mudokons he came across caught up onto the same page as himself so hastily. Happily thinking that this might go very well, he listened to Zap. Yet he didn't like that plan very much. Fuzzles were pretty vicious, and he didn't like them very much. A little too harmful for him. So, he decided to comment a little shakily, "Err, I'm not too sure about that idea. What if the Fuzzles don't listen? Or what if the Sligs guarding them finds out about us and shoots? Shouldn't we start simple, like destroying their supply of machines?"
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Matthew had saw that this new Mudokon had decided to start grinding, so he figured he might do something as well. He decided that since the barrels were rolling, he might want to do something else, like join Sam on constructing barrels. So he jumped off the platform he was on to get onto the very one Sam was on. He walked over to Sam's station and helped him place barrels on the conveyor belt.
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However, Gore doesn't wear mechanical pants, he just uses his legs - something else could drop though, like, a heap of his bandages maybe, and catch their attention. Or a bit of piping. I'm fine with that 
Talking to a Glockstar...
What kind of job???
We'll take the job!
