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The large elevator doors open with a “DING” as most of the toons being, Finn, Toodles, Rodger, Shrimpo, Goob and Shelly, Shrimpo stomps past the crowd, mad as always, eager to complete the first machine by himself.
“Hey where you headed off to Shrimpo?” Finn says happily as he runs to catch up with him, which wasn’t that hard because of how slow Shrimpo is.
“DO. NOT. TALK TO ME!” Shrimpo says under his beared sharp teeth, Finn could practically see a vein bulging at this point.
“Well- uh. I was wondering if you would want any help or-“
“Did you forget?! I HATE YOU! And I HATE this entire place, and this FLOOR, and these MACHINES, AND- AND-“ shrimpo starts to stutter as he can’t get the words out fast enough. Finn can feel the heat radiating off of Shrimpo’s fuzzy forehead, as they approach the first machine.
“WHAT?! Why are you looking at me like that?!” He scolds Finn, as he was just staring at him.
“Well…” Finn lets out a small giggle. “It’s just funny how mad you get about everything- and Y’know how short you are-“
“ITS NOT FUNNY! I hate being funny, ok?! So just- LEAVE!” Shrimpo yells.
“I was just saying you kinda look like an angry Chihuahua. Like, in a good way!” Finn says trying to lighten the mood but does the literal exact opposite.
“Wha- that’s not even- LEAVE!” Shrimpo says with his most pissy face on.
“Fine dude. But if you ever need someone to help with those machines you know who to ask.” Finn says with a reassuring grin as he walks off finally.
“Whoof- fucking finally.” Shrimpo feels a sigh of relief, as he start to cool his body down from the interaction, but still stays slightly irritated.
Meanwhile Finn walks off and approaches the other toons who seem to be surrounding something.
“Woah- what happened here?” Finn says, trying to look over the taller toons shoulders.
“Well I think it’s spilled Ichor. Maybe one of the machines- or pipes broke or something like that.” Shelly answered his question as she nervously looks at the growing puddle of ichor on the wooden floor.
So- how do we clean it up? I can do it! Toodles eagerly says as the ichor gushes out of the floor at an alarming rate.
“No no I’ve got this-!” Roger rushes in with a small plunger from the maintenance closet, and pushes it into the crack in the floor, clogging the flow.
“Hm that worked real well-“ Goob announces, as suddenly a HUGE glob of ichor comes out, dislodging the plunger, as more ichor sprays out onto the 5 unfortunate toons.
SPLASH
“UGH- what the?!” Shelly gasps as some of the ichor lands on half of her face.
“Hey-“ Goob complains as he starts whipping off the black goo off of his arms and face.
“Oh god- what’s going on- why’s the room so…dizzy-“ Roger feels around as his vision starts to blur.
“What’s happening?!” Finn yells as his vision starts blurred as well and he falls.
“Crap- this can’t-“ toodles says weakly before she is the first to pass out and soon the others.
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