He 'Duct' That Question...

Who: Trisees, Rufus
Where: the BD Ventilation system
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There was a long slow growling as Trisees' only hand disappeared
into a large thick lump of blackened and solidified grease. He wiped
most of it on the back of his overalls and desperately tried to keep
up his speed with Rufus, who seemed to have arms like robotic claws.
Travelling in the ducts was no easy task, but with only one arm was
nearly impossible.
"Slow down, infernal child, I can't keep up with one blasted arm!"
he demanded, sighing and panting as though he'd just run the one
hundred metres.
"Why do you only have one arm? What happened to the other?" asked
Rufus, craning his neck backwards.
"Can see you were taught the value of tact" he muttered to himself.
"Dear child, I'm not about to divulge the details my life to you."
"Come on Trisees," pleaded Rufus.
Trisees sighed, and was about to reply, when without warn there was
a creaking noise from inside the ventilation shaft. The walls behind
him began slightly buckling and he stared at the flat metal panels
worriedly.
"This bodes less than well," he stated, wishing he was somewhere
with a much hotter climate, topless girls and a fantastic lack of the
blue dwarf. There was a loud wrenching noise and the metal flooring
slightly behind Trisees ripped loudly, tearing in two and splitting
loudly. He stared in horror as it began to be pulled downwards, the
grease on his hands and labcoat providing him a very frictionless
surface. As he scrabbled upwards to try and reach Rufus, there was
another splitting and wrenching sound and the metal in front of
him began to do the same thing.
"What the smeg is happening?!" asked Rufus, who had crawled a little
bit further forward and was peering from safety as the piece of
ventilation shaft began moving of its own accord. Trisees lay as flat
as he could hoping that the less movement he made, the more chance he
had of surviving. Rufus hissed as Trisees section of duct began to be
pulled away from the ventilation shaft, leaving a large open gap.
"It's the hive!" Rufus hissed. "There are two hive workers holding
either end of the duct!"
Trisees scowled.
The face of Rufus began to shrink as the hive walked further and
further away down the empty corridor of the Blue Dwarf, the duct
section containing Trisees resting on their backs.
Trisees thought long and hard.
"Well, I've been in worse spots," he mused