All you do is add on to the story
Osiris stumbled into an empty shack. He was so tired and wounded that he could no longer walk. Six slogs had chased him across the plateau. Multiple teeth marks scarred his arms. If noone came quick, he would die. His breathing slowed. He closed his eyes. He let out one final cry of despair, before he went unconsious.
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Zorak: You don't want me to play ya to the desk?
Spaceghost: When have we done that??!! We've never done it that way!! And if you think you're getting sympathy from the shark, well, then you're wrong!
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