OCC: MM, I thought Slap was at the grinders, and Dek was in the lab.
IC: Slap knew who Stuey was talking about. But he didn't see how Srag would try to kill Stuey. The two must of have some history together. He typed, "Master Stuey, I know what you are talking about, but I think this could be resolved. Dek, may you get a knock out needle for me? I still need to get Arthur to listen to me. Anyway, Stuey, when you see Srag, poked the needle into him. He'll be knock out for some time. Next, you'll need to put him into the cages with Vykker X." Slap let the two read his posts, while he waited for a reaction.
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Molt had realized that Dek was gone. He layed down on his back, and breathed out. There were too many problems in his life. He couldn't see his old scarred face anymore, his old master had died, leaving him with nothing, and his health was going away, like his life. He had only two natural fingers left, which never worked anymore. He looked at Goresplatter and whispered, "You don't know what it's like to be me. Everyone you know is alive, at the least. You don't even have metal on you. I've suffered through too much." He looked back on the gray walls, with some many pipes. So many.
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Max had fianlly realized that the mudokons and Freak had ran away, leaving him with nothing. Max grumbled and went searching for Molt again.
It wasn't long before he found the labortory. Once he got in, he barked in joy to see his master recovered. He didn't notice Molt's new arm, for he got used to see him with new parts on him.
Molt looked at Max and smiled. He got up on his two arms and said, "Aw, you little rascal! Come here, and get me down from this prison!" Max did exactly as he was told, and helped Molt get off the counter. He landed on the floor and said, "Now get me my pants. I need those babies back." Again, Max did as he was told, pushing the pants to him.
Molt climbed into his pants and whispered, "Yeah, it's good to be back." He yelled, "Well, Goresplatter, I'm going. I'm going to get that blood myself."
Before he went off, he saw the Gore rifle laying on the the table beside him. He was going to smash that into pieces, but he figured he could do something with the gun. He picked it up and said to Goresplatter, "You know, I could take those legs off your hand faster than that 'doc' can. Hold still...." He aimed, and edged his finger to the trigger.
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Bonty couldn't help it, but have tears rush into his face. He couldn't believe that nothing he did was useful to these people. He decided to release his feelings in a nearby bathroom. He rushed to the first floor, and found a bathroom to cry in. Bonty sat on the tiolet and cried hard.
Bonty saw something that caught his eye. There was something on a piece of paper, which he had to look at the paper. It read,
"Welcome to the tunnel made by five mudokons; Ky, Ovin, Jimmi, Clovey and Dan. This tunnel leads to several places in the meatplant, where you can watch people, without being noticed...
Update:
We found a way out. Just follow the instructions on the backside of the page."
Of course, Bonty had no idea what it said. He couldn't read, due to Molt's cruelity and forbinness. But he went into the tunnel anyway.
Bonty could barely see a thing, but he heard echos. People were in the place! But to Bonty, they seemed like that they mudokons. Luckly, he knew how to roll, and started to roll all over the place, to find the sources of the echos.
He saw that there was two mudokons in front of him, one looked normal, but the other easily went in with the backround. Bont whispered, "Erm, hello. Mind if I follow you?"
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Gappiqu saw Kilsa trying to talk him. The memories of Kilsa trying to get him to go to Arnie's and blasting a hole through the cafeteria wall wasn't pleasent. He responded nervously, since he didn't like kindness, "Hell-hello, sa, air, I mean sir. How are you, doOing, I mean doing, I mean, uh, eerm. Well, we-we-we are trying to f-f-fix the pipes, by-by making a la-ift. That's all." He didn't feel like talking to him. Gappiqu never liked seeing Kilsa these days. He tryed to say, "Sir, how-how is Mo-lt?" but it seemed like he tried to talk to fast. But he relized it was understandble, and looked away.
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