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.
 

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