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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