[h1]Grob[/h1]

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November 18, 11:32 PM
Between Overlook and Arboretum

Grob whistled "drunken sailor" as he set up his [i]distraction[/i] in view of the Engineer's tower. When he was done, a pile of firecrackers and fireworks laid before him with a few flares littered about. "Good work boys!" He announced turning to his three Gremlin colleagues. "We're getting good money for this so you better 'ave wired this proper." He warned, knowing full well that the Gremlins knew what happened if they messed up. "Figg, count us down!" He said, pointing at one of the gremlins dramatically, lighting a match after. "Three!" The gremlin said. The two others set about lighting the flares. "Two!". Flares lit. "One!". Grob threw the match into the pile and immediately running and vaulting over a piece of scrap corrugated metal. The three other gremlins scattered away too. The fizz, bangs and whizzes that filled the air was like music to Grobs' ears, he and his boys did a good job. He laughed maniacally as he leant back and let the tools do their work.