Why is the world in love again?
Why are we marching hand in hand?
Why are the ocean levels rising up?
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Oh, yes! It's Dave's "Dante's Oddysee!"
Behold! Chapter 3!
CHAPTER 3
I got up next morning and moved to my station. I wasted no time in whistling my message to my comrades. A quick note on whistle-speak: I have to translate very loosely, since there are no pronouns or anything.
“Saw bad stuff last night.” Trying to sound casual.
“Like what?” Nod was just as calm. “Winks?”
Gulp. “Yeah. Hideous things. Going to make us food.”
Flex rolled his eyes. “Good. We can use some food.”
I swallowed a heavy lump in my throat. “No, you misunderstand. Food is made from Mudokons.”
Flex froze and dropped his satchel, scattering flits everywhere. Starch had to stifle a moan, and Nod ignored me. Adonis was the first to answer.
“But why? We can’t taste good.”
I shrugged and threw a flit into the slog pit. “Saves moolah or something. Stupid glukkons.”
Yarnis had yelled down from his perch above our pit by now. He noticed the spilled flits and was probably getting fed up with all the high-pitched notes. “Shut up down there! Feed the slogs and friets and keep quiet!”
Nod whistled at us. “He seems touchy today. Better not screw around.”
The others chose to agree. But I pressed on.
“I mean it! They are going to take a few Muds and try out the meat on us.”
Flex whistled his typical soft tooting. It was almost comical to see such a burly Mudokon with such a wispy voice. “Please don’t talk about that, Dante. Let’s concentrate on working. Cover me, okay?” And he climbed down into the slog pit.
It was our job to distract the slogs with all the meat and bone we could while he raked all the poop into one corner. Then he climbs out of the hole and we each clear out other holes. Once we have each cleaned out five holes, we take a fifteen minute break at the desk near the lift. We were given some SoBe to drink and were allowed to eat a flit from our satchels. Then back into the pits!
The day was pretty uneventful … until around seven thirty. I was just throwing a flit into a pit so Starch could clean it, when I heard whirring slig pants. This was unusual, but I ignored it. I didn’t want to get beaten for being distracted.
But I wasn’t expecting what had happened. I felt a heavy pain slam into the back of my head, and I collapsed. I saw a slig’s hand reaching over me, and all went black…
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