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[icemasta]

*If someone was, somehow, to obtain the entry codes and come down to a certain specific location, they would be facing a minorly scuffed door. Various squeaks and cries of "Spa-ta-cus" can be heard behind it*

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[namedbyothers]

Movor turns up, with a dripping sack slung over one shoulder. He's eyeing his surroundings with mixed wariness and curiousity.

"Looks like the place..." He tries knocking. Just in case.

[icemasta]

Who is it? *the voice from inside sounds shrill and vaguely bored. The squeaks grow louder*

[namedbyothers]

"The new minion!" He shifts the sack. "With the fish!"

[icemasta]

"Minion?" There's a clattering inside and a shortish mech with a full-face mask answers the door. Behind him can be seen a cluttered room containing six tiny zambonis and what appears to be a cat.

"We get minions now?"

[namedbyothers]

"Uh... yes? And someone calling himself Spartacus ordered fish."

[icemasta]

"I'm Spartacus!" He laughs and eyes the fish. "Nobody ordered a fish here. Only guy who'd want one would be him." He indicates the cat.

[namedbyothers]

"Oh." Movor eyes the cat.

"You know, as much as I hate to say this, they did call themselves a Decepticat..."

[icemasta]

"A Decepti..." He slowly turns to the cat, who is currently batting at the sack, and then falls on the floor laughing. "Cat! Cat! Bwahaahaa!"

The cat seems to be rather offended by this and the zambonis take up chanting "Spa-ta-cus!" again.

[namedbyothers]

Movor looks from the other Decepticon, to the cat, to the zambonis, then back to the cat. "What're my chances of getting an explanation, here?"

He's halfway to snickering himself, things look so ridiculous. Except the bemusement's getting in the way.

[icemasta]

"Gimme a secheeheeeheee!" Snowcat is flat on his back by this point. The cat grumpily nudges the zambonis over to the computer console, then hops from them up onto the keyboard. It hops from key to key, typing with its paws.

i am spartacus. drop the fish. and kick snowcat so he doesnt laugh.

This sends Snowcat into another fit of laughter.

[namedbyothers]

Movor obligingly puts the sack down and nudges it open with his foot, so a couple of raw mackerel fall out. He doesn't follow the second half of the order though, just folding his arms and watching Snowcat. The odd stray snicker escapes his vocaliser.

"You all right down there?"

[icemasta]

Snowkitty hops down and runs to the sack, his zamboni minions following him. He buries his head in the sack and begins to munch. Good minion!

"Getting there. Hee!" Snowcat sits up, grinning beneath his mask. "So you're Snowkitty's new minion, huh? How's that working out for you?"

[namedbyothers]

Movor smirks. "Not bad, so far. The work environment stinks, but I gotta admit, there's a lot more dignity in it than my old job."

[icemasta]

"Cool. I don't get minions. What kind of a world is it where a guy's cat gets more minions than he does?"

[namedbyothers]

"One where you forgot to advertise?" Movor glances back at Snowkitty. "Although I didn't actually know he was a cat when I signed on."

[icemasta]

"How the heck did he hook you?" Snowkitty still has his nose in the fish. The zambonis are gamely attempting to copy him and mostly getting fishbits on their fenders.