Kip OMEGA

Sam

Script

Sam: *flicks out a knife and cuts the rope around Kip's hands*

Kip: *rubs his writst* You're risking your life for a magikmixer?

Sam: If I can't get it fixed, I'm risking my life otherwise... with my wife. Gertrude or rabid OMEGA-guy. *hands it to Kip.*

Kip: Rabid? *quips and looks inside the mixer* See, now... you just have a loose gear here... and something caught up under it. *gives it a couple of thawks upside down, shakes it around knocking a peel loose... then fiddles inside until there's a quiet click*