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Chapter 7: Gotta Pay Your Taxes!

It was about midday at Rupture Farms (Though you couldn’t tell because of all of the pollution) when a train with a sign on the side that said “THE TAX MOBILE” pulled into Rupture Farms depot. 2 sligs were at the station.
“Is that what I think it is?” asked one of them.
“I think it is” said the other slig.
The first slig knew they only leave there home to go to places that haven’t paid their taxes so he said, “Mollucks doomed” in a soft voice.
A Chronicler stepped out of the train and the 2 sligs had never seen one before looked in amazement.
“Are they related to the Vykkers?” asked one of the sligs.
“Looks like,” answered the other slig. “He’s just as ugly”.
The both let out a little as the Chronicler walked up to them.
The Chronicler then asked in a deep voice “Were might Mollucks office be?”
“Take the elevator to the very top” said one of the sligs. “Takes you straight to his office.”
“Thank you” said the Chronicler while walking to the elevator.

Meanwhile in Mollucks office, Molluck and Fred were analyzing a new breed of Mudokon on the status bored.
“I’m telling you it can’t be a Mudokon” said Fred.
“It may be Red and Yellow and have 2 pony tales” said Molluck. “But it looks li.”
The elevator stopping interrupted Molluck and he didn’t like being interrupted in a meeting.
“Kill who ever that is” demanded Molluck.
“Your already in another trouble” said the Chronicler. “So I wouldn’t do that if I were you!”
Molluck wasn’t sure if he heard it or not so he turned around slowly and said, “What are you doing here?”
The Chronicler said “You haven’t paid your taxes in over a year and I’m afraid I am going to close this dump down, or you can give me the Moolah you owe.”
Molluck wasn’t sure if he was hearing this and in his head he was saying “Why is that idiot risking his life just to get Moolah, I can kill him that easily”.
“What will it be Molluck?” asked the Chronicler. “Your Moolah or your facility”.
Molluck began to let out a soft laugh before it became bigger and eventually Fred joined in.
“Why are you laughing?” asked the Chronicler.
“Have you any idea on how many things I have killed because they owed me money?” asked Molluck. “Thousands. Even my own kind. I kill people who look at me for to long. I kill them for pleasure and especially when they interrupted me. So you would already be dead 4 times by now. Because I hate, you have looked at me for to long, you interrupted me and most importantly” Molluck then paused and then looked at the Chronicler eye to eye. “You asked me for Moolah”.
“You wait Molluck,” said the Chronicler. “The first thing I do when I get back to the Tax station I am shutting down this plant, then I am going to tell Jake every thing and you will be sentenced the death penalty. And I will be rich and powerful”
The Chronicler began to leave before he heard Molluck say something.
“Trying to scare me?” said Molluck. “Well I got news for you, you’re not leaving this factory” Molluck then paused and put a smile on his face. “ALIVE!”
“You wouldn’t dare,” said the Chronicler in a scared voice.
“No?” said Molluck sarcastically.
Molluck then whispered something to Fred that the Chronicler couldn’t understand.
“I certainly don’t think your going anywhere now” Said Molluck.
Fred then went to a voice box and said “Unhook the Chroniclers train of the rails and let it fall to the bottom of the marsh”.
“As you see” said Molluck with a smile. “Rupture Farms was Glukbuilt on a swamp, and below the train station is some of the marsh were your train will be engulfed like many before so there is no evidence!”
There was then a load crashing noise as the Chroniclers train fell into the marsh.
“And now to get rid of you!” said Molluck in a deep voice.
“No” said the Chronicler. “I give you a month free tax. Um-ah, year, Uh!”
“I don’t care about some stupid taxes!” said Molluck. “I care about not getting any Khanmuzers on my back!”
What’s that, wondered Fred.
“Fine, I won’t tell!” yelled the Chronicler slowly backing into the corner.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve herd that!” said Molluck. “FIRE!”
The Chronicler then let out a screeching scream as bullets went through him. At the side of the room the door opened and a slig walked in.
“Got the Daily Deception boss,” said the slig looking at Molluck then seeing what’s on the floor. “Oh-um, I’ll come back later”

Chapter 8: A home in the hills……Coming Soon!