OOC: Oh sweet good healthy yoghurt, thank you browser, thank you pop-up blocker, for making me retype all of this... Twice.
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"Uh," Boogie interupted "I'd like to notice..." He paused for a second,
"I don't care what happened frankly, but the Scrab escaped through that room.
We'll have to alert the others... Hey Dek, you still have my radio, right? Use the intercom: hold the button to the side, speak and release to transmit. I bet you have that great cashier voice."
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The joint in the bondage around Scrubens head loosened. With his free hand Scruben tried to tighten it a bit by pulling it back. Instead, the joint opened.
"Uh-oh,"
He felt Jim regripping to his wrist and tempting to pull him up, without effect. Scruben looked up to see where exactly he was hanging. Jims hand looked all trembling. Probably he was more afraid of the slig below than his life.
Then scruben noticed:
"Hey, what the, Jim, guess what, I can see."