[Biggy Bro Slig]

Here it is, the third of the four Odd stories.
This is when, the story of betrail, grousome and funny story begins...

The birds whistled, and the sun was shining. All was going well in the monosaic lines.
There, near the temple, was a rather posh-looking mudokon.
There was a flash of light, and birds fluttered away, revealing a Steef, with a cowboy hat and a shotgun.
This steef had no legs, and was barking something to a fat Mudokon.
"Gander! We hate Industrials! We do not worship them!" The steef shouted.
The mudokon named Gander was struggling to fit a tee-shirt saying 'I Luv Sligs!'
Gander looked at the steef, shrugged, and started chewing it.
The posh looking Mudokon stepped forward.
"Syrom, you are back! Do you want to go to your hut?" The mudokon asked.
"No. I want to see The Guru." Syrom said.
"I'm sorry sir, I'm afraid the Guru is dead."

I walked around Splinterz, thinking about what Splinterz had said to me earlier.
"Syrom? Who the hell is Syrom?" I wondered.
A slig called Travis walked up to me.
"Syrom? Why don't you ask your friend Monty?" Travis said.
Travis always wanted to be one of my friends, but his latest attempt to become a friend of mine failed...miserably.
"Travis! Thanks! Your the best!" I said, running towards the doors.
Travis watched me like I was some type of god.
"He said I was the best!" Travis muttered under his breath.
I ran out the door.
I ran down the road to Monty's & Richy's
I walked into the store.
There were Sligs walking about the place picking up boxes, with little white hats saying 'REPO' on them.
I saw Monty sitting on his counter, crying.
"What happend here?" I asked Monty.
Monty's tears dried away.
"Some little rat said a shelf fell on a customer and now the inspector his turning me out!" Monty Bellowed.
"Who was it?" I asked.
"Some slig shooter, about 3ft" Monty replied with a sniffle.
"All sligs are 3ft." I told him.
Monty started walking back into his office.
Something caught my Eye.
Richey was waiting for a Repo slig to move away so he could steel the slig's little blue lunch box.
I turned to Monty.
"Since when has Richy turned clever?" I asked.
"I've been sending him to vykker school. Couldn't stand the drooling. Already got three detentions and a warning." He answered.
"But where am I going to live now?" He cried.
"I know! You could sleep in Mine, Slug's, Grunt's and Ziggies!" I said.
Monty nodded.
We walked out the door.
Monty tapped Richy on the shoulder, and he followed.
"Better get inside quick. Storm's coming." I said.
But we had no idea that this storm was not a natural storm.
This one was from Syrom.