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With the situation more or less ‘handled’ inside, you turn your attention to the newest member of the ‘inside the factory’ gang! Volka, you begin, status report!
“I’m a bit hungry, but feeling chipper!”
No, you meant outside… glad to hear she’s doing well, though!
“Oh, right!” The Skog blushes before clearing her throat and trying again, “Well the flow’s stopped, erm… <span class="mu-i">flowing</span>, and the cleaners the guards called finally showed up, so I decided to check on you!”
“Pfft, right on time…” Grunts Obber as he meanders around inspecting the machines, “Course, we all know who did the heavy lifting, don’t we?” He adds with a wink!
Well, you chuckle, you had some hel-
“Wha? I was talking about Bitzer!” Growls the fisheyed foreman! “I don’t see <span class="mu-i">YOU</span> slurping up any scheckt! What, my product ain’t good enough for ya?”
Is uh… is it <span class="mu-i">edible</span>? Obber leans in to appraise you with his enormous eyes. “... well anything’s edible, but for a Gnok? Erm… well you wouldn’t feel most of the effects until your later years…”
You rest your case! Speaking of, you segue, you <span class="mu-i">did</span> help him out quite a bit back there…
The warehouse warden’s eyes narrow at you, yet somehow still remain <span class="mu-i">REALLY</span> big! Wow! “... what are you getting at?”
“What my client is getting at,” Tzah-Tzie begins, sliding between the two of you with speed and guile that’d make any self-respecting ambulance chaser proud, “Is that we risked our lives saving your factory… surely some form of compensation is owed-”
“I’ll give Obber my finest scheckt once you grab the sugar from Obber,” Grunts Obber, “I wager that’s a fairer transaction than most.”
“Yea, you’re probably ri-”
Volka’s kindness is skillfully cut off as your Spinner makes a show of hemming and hawing at the offer! “Hmm… true, true! Say, how much is this place insured for, again?”
“More than you can afford…” The warehouse worker replies with a wary look in his eye, “Why?”
“It’s probably nothing…” The Durher shrugs with a toothy grin, “But given how hard it was for Ant here to activate the drainage system, well… the safety chimes and other systems just seem to be running a little <span class="mu-i">lax</span>, is all… like someone hasn’t been taking care of them!”
The Spinner’s words sink into Obber’s brainmeat and explode like a cluster of depth charges, prompting his frown to deepen even further!
“... you <span class="mu-i">wouldn’t</span>!”
“You’re right–it’d be such a <span class="mu-i">hassle</span> for us three to make statements to the inspectors!” Groans Tzah-Tzie, “And I saw a lot of upset people outside–hey, do you think they’d want to talk too-”
“Name your price, damn it….” Obber hisses through clenched, serrated teeth, “Damnable Durhers…”
>CONTD.
