Grig attempting to talk to Scrach through writing on the floor with his scrubbrush, but Scrach isn't getting a word.
Grig's Thoughts{Maybe he can't read...I thought that mudokons were smart!}
Scrach: Ummm, whacha doin'? Are you drawing pictures?
Scrach and Grig hear the rattling of the door, scrach quickly sits down and starts scrubbing really fast, then the howling of scrabs are heard, flodding into the room and ecoing of the walls.
{What's going on out there, it sounds like a bunch of scrabs dying!}
Scrach: What'd do ya thinks goin' on? Oh yeah, you can't talk...I wonder why.
Scrach begins to talk to himself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hey, thanx for caring slogster!
|