The discussion about what to do next was quickly abandoned by Twich as he had already said his peace; If they wanted to go through with a different, less effective plan then that was their business. Ignoring the pissing contest that seemed to be going on between the the tigerman and the murder demon, Twich was about to respond to the human that was offering to return his potion to him when he noticed that the slaves were dropping... not quite dead but dropping none the less. 

Not completely sure exactly what was happening but aware that it was cutting down the number of test subjects he would have to work with in the future and that it had something to do with one of their number, Twich sprung into action. "[color=f7941d]HEY! We haven't divided those up yet you greedy shit! Wait your turn![/color]" 

Sick and tired of dealing with these people for the moment and wishing to get back to what he loved, Twich looked over the captives that were still standing and quickly started doing the maths and trying to work out just how many of them he would be able to get away with taking for himself without raising an uproar. Almost randomly pointing at different people and saying "[color=f7941d]You.[/color]" twelve different times, Twich found himself pleased with his diverse selection of ages and near split of genders before finishing "[color=f7941d]I'll take those twelve in order to help advance the course of science. I'll also take four of the bodies [i]someone[/i] left behind in order to do some preliminary tests. With your leave Master?[/color]" Throwing this last sentence towards the Dungeon Keeper himself, even offering him a bow to enforce his groveling. The master seemed to like groveling if you did it right.