Thanx Oddchick! I will do that!
"What is your buisness?" Asked Ziggy.
"I own a place called Water Subs, my name is Epo." He said in a wimpy voice.
"Water subs, hey? WHAT THE HELL! You protect Wildlife! And anyway, I know your enemy who owns Sclainium tubes, Isalo." I shouted.
"Friends of Isalo! Were am I?!" He said frightendly.
"Let's kill'em!" A Slig said.
Epo screamed, as he saw these 2 Vykkers with saws, a group of 5 Sligs, and more sligs entering the tent, closing in on him.
Suddenly a gunfire broke them up. We went outside the tent, and there were dozens of Sligs dressed in Green and blue, and A red ribbon each sligs with the initials 'WE'.
They aimed, with there 'enviromentel health guns' and started shooting like a mad man with a Machine gun.
I dived for my gun, a Slig picked it up, and giggled, and ran off with it.
I swore, picked up the slig by his mouth strands, and threw him at Epo.
"Ow!" He cried "I sware I'll kill you next time!"
I through a grenade, and it landed it a Slig's pie-hole.
The slig felt the grenade in his mouth, and ran around and blew up.
Epo was hopping away, with 2 Sligs beside him.
I had had enough now, I'd been chased, eaten, shot at, punched, wacked, my visor broke, iced over, neally drowned, A boulder about to kill me,
my best friend neally been killed, poked with an arrow, fell off a Cliff, kicked, neally eaten again and neally eaten the third time.
I through a mine, a rather big mine. It hit the ground, and I tripped up as I saw the destruction...
__________________
|