[Sal the Mudokon]

Well i can tell that everyone is in anticipation for the next chapter, due to my wide arey of replies! that's what we call a "joke" in English. the next chapter's a bit shorty, but only because i wanted to get it over so i could start writin the first day! Here goes!

Sal's Oddysee

Chapter 7: The Preparation

“Knock, Knock!”
“I just got to sleep and now you have company!” screamed a frustrated and very tired Yolk.
“Hey,” said Sal, “You got out of it you cheep bastard, so quit bitching!”
“Oh yeah, well I’m not planning on dying out in the middle of no where!”
“Thanks for your sympathy.” Sal opened the door to see the five warriors standing there, awaiting his arrival. “Well Yolk, we ‘blues’ are splitting up.”
“Hey Sal,” asked Yolk, “did you ever wonder why we never changed anyone else blue?”
“Yeah, but I’m sure why. Maybe we’ll find out when I get back, okay?”
“Okay, Sal...If you get back.”
“Ha! That was almost as funny as when I saved yer life on the train, ya ungrateful bastard!” Sal turned back towards the door to find Writh panting in the threshold.
“My legs aren’t what they used to be.”
“Writh, what are you doing?”
“The tribe has named you!”
“Okay Writh, no oxygen’s getting to yer brain! We already have names.”
“No, the tribe has its own special names for you!”
“Okay, be quick”
“You Sal, shall from this day fourth be known by the tribe as: ‘Cephalephalungallusdagingotyringotdo - impishmunkygoamerpileli - ksdoogpooooimpimptricularnininium - ickyickyickyfamanggamamgzumamgrooo - uusaarchybunkersmommawuzzamananilike - efrydeshikin Zerr’.”
“What?”
“Cephalephal-”
“Never mind. What’s Yolkinator’s new name?”
“Well, the tribe likes the name Yolk, so we’ll just keep it as Yolk.” Yolk fell down laughing. “Whatever… See ya!” said Sal angrily. He ran out the door as fast as possible to get away from Yolk’s criticism. “Crash!”
“You know C. Zerr,” said Writh as he looked over the balcony at the groaning face of Sal on the dented ground, “You might want to look before you leap on yer trip!” Sal lay in pain from the drop out of the room.
“Come on, let’s go.” said one of the warriors as he dragged him to where the others were departing.
“So how the hell are we gonna walk all the way to the ocean?” pleaded Sal pitifully.
“Well, we aren’t going to be doing much walking.”
“Then who is? We don’t exactly have a train!”
“They are.” The mudokon pointed to a group of huge, muscular, insect-like creatures.
“Aaahhhh! Monsters!”
“Sal, these are Meetles, not monsters.”
“Sure, their always cute and kind until you find yerself running for yer life!”
“You went into the forest, didn’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, Sal, these aren’t like that. They won’t turn on ya!”
“So, what do we do? Ride ‘em?”
“Yes! How else would propose we do it?”
“Never mind. Where’s mine?”
“Yer ‘gem’ is right over there.” Sal turned around to find a small, weak, sad excuse for a multi-celled organism huddled on six tiny legs.
“Yer kidding right?”
“What’s wrong with ‘Old Geezer’ here?”
“Its name is ‘Old Geezer’? Fantastic!”
“What’s wrong with its name?”
“Oh nothing, as long as I can call you ‘Pansy-Buff-Guy Who Can’t Decently Pick Out A Meetle’.”
“Fine, you can change the name!”
“Thanks! By the way, what is yer name?”
“I’m Don, that over there is Ralf, the one to yer left is Todd, and the guy flying is George.”
“Weren’t there five of you guys…And who’s the guy flying?” Sal looked up to see an obese meetle hovering above him.
“Oh, that flying guy. Alrighty.”
“Steve had a little too much to drink last night so he won’t be with us. Did you know they could fly?”
“Oh of course! Doesn’t every giant insectoid fly?”
“Okay, well I think ya got the whole meetle thing.” Sal said nothing and just continued looking at the meetle in the air. After a few seconds he diverted his eyes to his meetle.
“How the hell is that gonna get off of the ground?” thought Sal, “This is going to be a very long trip.”


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[ June 15, 2001: Message edited by: Sal the Mudokon ]