I woke the next day.
Slug was sitting next to Monty, and Monty was stitching him up.
"I found a spare needle and thread in Richy's belly-button." Monty said, with his eyes fixed on the needle.
By now, I wasn't suprised by anything Richy could do.
Monty finished, and Slug walked off.
There was a tremble, and a loud explosion.
Suddenly, an army of Mudokons came running down a hill, shooting.
Sligs dived for there guns, but were shot before they had reached them.
I dodged the first Spoocebullet, and got hit by the next.
The bullet went through the pants, and then I was hit over the head by a tommahawker.
There was a scream, and I woke up.
It appeared to be an old Slig Chamber, and the instruments of torture the mudokons were using them on the sligs.
I pulled up, but I couldn't move.
I was tied to the wall, and a deep lava pit was underneath me.
I looked up.
There was a flame thrower, burning away at the rope.
A Mudokon in a cloak walked up to me.
"I am Chawton, and I am the founder of the Slig Rebellion. I am using this base as we killed all the sligs and rescued our Muokons who were trapped in here. And now we torture sligs!" He said.
He looked quite old, as his spiritual feathers were turning grey.
A native mudokon ran up to Chawton.
"Can we start shooting the vykkers now?" He asked.
"NO! Don't kill them!" I screeched.
"I don't think you aught to be worrying about the vykkers when your rope's just about to snap." Chawton said.
I looked up, and saw the rope snapping.
I closed my eyes, and waited...
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