[Biggy Bro Slig]

The Monosaic Council sat around a table.
Syrom slammed his fist against the table.
"Damn it! We will have to get our Revenge somehow! Where do these sligs work?" Syrom bellowed.
"Splinterz, I think." Replied a Mudokon by the name of Big-Face.
"We will crush Splinterz with an Army so hard, they'll be Nobody left!" Syrom screamed.
A Shyrkull replied next.
"Syrom, You can not overwhelm the Industrials, your plan is useless. They've already beat us twice and they'll beat us again!" The Shyrkull barked.
"Shut your mouth or I will crush you like a paramite being stuffed into a pie!" Syrom shouted.
The Shrykull stared at him.
"Now, if you would be kind enough to listen to me, I will say this." Syrom smiled.
"The reason we have beaten us is because they always sneek up on our armies when we're not ready. But if we give'em a taste of there own Medicine...we will win." Syrom said.
"Impossible! We would have to get half the Mudokons in Oddworld to get over Splinterz!" The Shrykull shouted. "We don't have enough people."
"Tyronus, my friend. That is when you will come in handy." Syrom said in a smooth voice.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
Syrom pulled out a Syringe.
"I thought you might want an army of your own? Perhaps? A simple dab of blood will make enough of them." Syrom said, walking up to Tyronus, the Shrykull.
"What are you talking about?" He asked.
"Simple." Syrom replied. "I'm cloning you."