[center][h2][u][b][color=00aeef]Adelram Drax[/color][/b][/u][/h2][/center]

[color=00aeef]"Yes, Madame Ruthalia."[/color] The giant android, having been standing right next to the now ex-Foreman Jo'ones, simply reached out of his arm and grabbed the foreman by the front of his uniform, folding the top of the fabric under his steel fingers. He lifted up Jo'ones, the reptilian's feet dangling in the air, iron grip unmovable. 

Addressing the foreman's assistants: [color=00aeef]"I cannot be certain, but I would expect a promotion on the horizon for one of you." [/color]

The General, with the foreman in his right hand, lead with his left arm. He hunched slightly as he pushed open a door. Adelram walked among the bustling workers for a small bit, catching a few curious glimpses from miners and Githkin. He camly scanned the environment. 
"Take the ungrateful snake to a secluded area, that's easy to clean." Perhaps some kind of metal platform where little activity was going on. Hm. Adelram flipped through his internal catalogs, but to no avail. Secluded and easy to clean weren't part of his searching categories. Drax thought that, given that there his a relatively high probability for this situation or similar to occur again, that the scientists should update his data-base to cater to such a extravagant demotion. Luckily for Drax, he had the perfect guide right there in his right hand. 

[color=00aeef]"Excuse me, Foreman Jo'ones, do you know of a secluded area that would be easy to clean up in case of an accident?"[/color] Adelram asked, completely serious.