[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5568688][color=00ff66][h3][b]Qaymu[/b][/h3][/color][/url][img]https://imagizer.imageshack.com/v2/117x117q90/924/oUoOJg.png[/img]
[hr][i]Bldg 1, Ventilation Ducts[/i]
[@Dragonydas]
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Three gremlins were hard at work on a duct fan so they could get past the spinning blades. As they pounded, pried, and chewed, a curl of smoke drifted around a bend in the duct and curled around the first one. 

The gremlin paused in the act of pounding on the motor casing, staring at the smoke, then looked up with a puzzled expression. "Hey, Moe!"
"What?"
"There's smoke here. See?"
"Of course there's smoke, Curly!" the dark haired gremlin replied, waving its arms about. "We're chewing electrial wires and motors! Other gremlins are doin' things in the kitchen! There's gonna be smoke!"

"Yeah, Curly!" the red-headed gremlin said, pausing chewing on the insulation on a wire. "Where there's smoke, there's fire!"
"Fire!" the bald Curly replied, horrified. "Nobody said there was going to be fire!"

"Relax, you moron!" Moe replied, holding onto the screwdriver he was trying to pry off the grill with. "We ain't going to burn the place much. Just enough to singe the joint a bit."
"A bit, a bit," Larry sang, clapping his paws together and spinning around as another tendril of smoke curled around him. He paused and looked down at it. "Hey, Moe, I don't think I like this smoke."
"You don't like smoke?! Why don't you like smoke?"
"My smoke has a head on it."

"Hey, mine does, too!" Curly exclaimed, pointing at a lump that had tiny burning embers like eyes. 

A third tendril of smoke appeared, this time wrapping around Moe, who tried waving at it with his screwdriver. 

"Shoo, shoo now," Moe said, but it wouldn't break apart - instead, it growled.

"Moe, is your smoke making noise?" Larry demanded nervously. "I don't think smoke should be making noise."
"I don't think this is just smoke."

The smoke suddenly wrapped itself tightly around the three gremlins and yanked them back down the vent, away from the duct fan as the three gremlins scream shrilly.

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Qaymu, once more in his human form, appeared out of the bathroom while three golden glowing spheres followed in his wake as he made his way to the front desk.

"Put me down for three," the dragon smiled, puffing smoke on his pipe.