Knugg stepped out of the chopper and onto the new soil. No one had ever been to this part of Oddworld before. It had taken a lot of legal mumbo-jumbo to get there too! Apparently this island was said to be filled with monsterous beasts, which was good for the new
Rupture Farms Branch Factory of Fine Foreign Foods, but all this was mere myth since nobody had been on the island for ages and ages. This project had to deliver, because many investers had to throw in a lot more moolah than expected for the new factory.......mainly because it was on the other side of OW and nothing but water surrounded the isle of Gruba for nearly 1000 miles, so an airport had to be built and all that expensive blah blah.
Knugg walked forward and was met by another slig driving an off-road vehicle of some sort.
Slig: Ah, you must be Knugg. Hop in the car, I'l drive you to the factory.
Knugg: *to Slig* Don't mind if I do. So, your name is....
Slig:....Bob, but you can call me Clika!
Knugg: Okay....Clika, how close is the factory to gettting finished?
Clika: It's basically done, except for a few minor finishing touches.
Knugg: What's that?
Clika: Ummm, we don't have any stockyards yet.
Knugg was furious.
Knugg: What?! Tell me you have captured some sort of wildlife for chopin' into some kind of food!
Clika: Well, that's the problem. We haven't see any animals.
Knugg: Okay, I heard you were the best hunter for my project. I've given you 6 months on this island and you haven't caught a thing!
Clika was sweating a lot and breathing hard like a big baby. He then abrubtly changed the subject.
Clika: Hey look! We've arrived at the factory! Idn't it real nice?
It was a magnificent factory. Much bigger than Rupture Farms and Soulstorm Brew put together, and it had all new top of the line stuff. Very high tech. All the workers walking outside looked like ants compared to this place. Knugg was impressed, but still pissed.
Kungg: With no critters to chop up, this factory is useless!
Clika: I'll find em' real soon. I mean, everybody here has heard something real big howling out there. We'll get em' soon.
Knugg:
I'll get em' soon.
Clika: Wha...wha...whaddya mean?
Knugg pulled out his shotgun and blew Clika's head off.
-oddguy
