Fine, Ill post Chapter 2 of Sal's Oddysee Pacen... but just for u! because u told me how to pronounce yer name
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well, heres chapter 2:
Sal's Oddysee
Chapter 2: The Memory
Scrubbing walls, just outside the main floor, Sal and Flem thought to themselves about the day. Nothing interesting had happened. Well, almost nothing. Sal thought back.
There was this slave just sitting down on the floor, all-normal like, when all of a sudden, he started to scream. Not a scream of being shot, or scared, but a scream of pain, when all of a sudden, the schmuck passed out on the floor. Flem looked at Sal and reminded him of the strange event. After they were done working, they walked back over to the unconscious figure. His head and part of his neck were a strange blue color. Flem got closer to touch him. Sal grabbed Flem’s arm and pulled him back before he could.
“Who knows,” said Sal cautiously, “he might be infected with some kind of virus or something?”
“Okay”, said Flem. He turned away and started back to their quarters.
About two days later the mudokon had reawakened, his body, completely blue. He refused to work and kept screaming like there was steel spike in his body which wouldn’t remove itself until he sent this message to all of Mudos: “With skin like me, you all shall see, he is that, which shall save thee, but shall you grieve, and don’t believe, this prison, you will never leave!”
Sal and Flem looked on him like he was three legs short a scrab. No one really paid much attention to him. No one but Flem that was. Was he fixated? No. Was he his one solemn believer? Of course not! He just thought the guy was funnier than hell! Flem even traded a slig a pack of cigarettes for a copy of the security footage from, who was now known as the “Blue Burbler’s”, quarters.
Sal had walked into the “Employee Improvement” room, where sat Flem watching the film. After closer inspection, Sal noticed that Flem was asleep. He shook him to wake him up.
“Hey dude, wake up, the sligs are gonna be back any sec!” Flem didn’t move. “Dude, wake up!!!” screamed Sal.
“Clang, clang!” “SLIGS!” thought Sal. He couldn’t just leave Flem lying there. The sligs would report him! Or worse! Sal tried to pick up his life-long buddy.
“Hey, what the hell are you two doin’ in here?!” screamed the slig as he open the door. Sal knew that if he moved that the slig would blow both of their heads off.
“Eh guys, get over here!” he said to the other officers. In moments, Sal was taken down a hallway to where he was to be punished. The other sligs carried Flem down the fifth corridor. Just as they separated them, the sligs accidentally dropped Flem. They dragged him and Sal watched Flem’s arm disappear behind the wall. Flem’s blue arm.
Flem must have gotten a little too close to the freak in his struggle for entertainment. What was to happen to Flem? The slig tugged Sal’s arm. The enforcer soon brought Sal to a pitch-black room.
“Ya like watchin’ that weirdo huh?” said the slig, “Now ya can see em all ya want!” He threw Sal into the room and locked the door. The room was small, and the only lighting was the holes in the ceiling. The holes led directly to Burbler’s room. “Yay” he thought sarcastically.
That was all that Sal could remember. He had been in the cell for about two days now. Sal jumped in pain. His stomach gave a strange contraction. “Ahhh!” he said. A throbbing headache attacked him. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!” he screamed. He held his hands on his head in pain. After about five seconds, he became dizzy and passed out. That was the beginning.
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