Splob was peering over Grunkel's shoulder.
"Are you going to peer over my shoulder all day?" asked Grunkel.
"It's better than pearing over your shoulder," said Splob as he brandished an open tin of pears at the other grumpy gnome. He sent the tin splattering on the floor. A cleaning droid came to clean it up.
"You like doing that don't you?" he asked, "getting the droids to clean up after you. Is it something to do with you having to go skulking around in the service tunnels for so long?"
"Since I broke you out of Precinct 13 you've been a right pain in the neck."
"I have never touched your neck."
Splob walked to the retran machine to see if any other food would appear. "I reckon they will attack again soon."
Grunkel twisted some more wires together and tested some circuits, "You can try to control the blast doors again, I have made a better modification. We will be able to block them before they get into the plaza."
"A better mod, sounds like somebody genetically changing the Kaiser Chiefs to play faster."
"You spend too much time near the pneuma lifts listening to earth music."
"You spend too much time being grumpy."
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War in the Precincts
Science FictionThis was my initial idea for the Science Fiction Smackdown. Because I had the germ of an idea I thought I would enlarge on it a little. Splob and Grunkel access the Main Processor's alternate personality. This causes a War in the Precincts.
