Hey look! it didnt take me months this time! *grins* i hope this one is good too!
Chapter 3
It was the end of the shift. The Muds (by pure luck) were still alive. Mervick had changed considerably. He knew it. Anyone who knew him knew it. No-one pushed him around. Not even the Big-Bro's who used to constantly annoy him because he was so much smaller than they were. Well, Mervick didn't feel small now. He felt powerful. Respected. Even though that "respect" came from fear. The Glukkons were worried about his change. They thought he wouldn't make a good worker anymore. He was brought (by much force) to his superior's office. "It's about your temper Mervick," the Gluk started. "this new "flare" of yours has gotten in the way of our production. Over the past few days you killed so many slaves that it cost us Moolah!! You're fired Mervick!" The Glukkon nodded to a BBS in the corner. He was hesitant at first, having heard of Mervick's new demeanor. After a few seconds though, he grabbed him by the wrists. It was apparent what this meant. Mervick was going to be executed. He struggled, but it was painfully obvious that the Big Bro was much stronger than him. When they reached the Execution Room, Mervick was thrown under the spinning balde of a meat grinder. Just as it was about to force itself down on his faceplate, Mervcik rolled. He got up and grabbed the BBS's baton. He struck him on the back just in time to see Big Brother flesh fly every which way. Still carrying the Baton, he made his way to a Weaoons Locker. When he arrived, he grabbed the first rifle he saw. He began to think about the escape route he planned some time ago. "It's about time I got out of this hell-hole".
End of chapter. Chapter 4 coming soon!
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