hold your elums, i'll be a minute
spa looked around, the sligs were sitting by a harvaster, it's paint pelling, unsuspecting anything. spa held his breath, as he saw the biggest slig dose off, he couldn't help feel sorry for them. he was pereched high on the cliffs, looking at the nearbie petrol camp below him. this is where the industralists stopped off, to get refuelled, get some food, and sleep.
spa started hitting himself, finaly he persuaded himself to do it, he pulle out his small horn, made out of a scrab jaw bone, and blew. the sligs woke up, a small clakker quickly pressed a button, triggering the alarm. but it was too late, the cliffs began to vibrate, the mudokons started to cheer, and suddenly a loud moan was heard, an elum herd appeared, it was a stampede, and it was heading towards the petrol camp.
spa couldn't help smilling, it was a succsess, or almost, suddenly the ground around him started crumbling, massive bolders began falling onto the outskirts of the camp, each carring several mudokons, spa screamed, and looked around him. he quickly jumped off his now arborne landing, and into mid-air, he cought the edge of the cliff, and hosted himself up, he was lucky. he gathered the remaining mudokon warriors, and started to run into the distance, for loud engine sounds bluttered out the rumbling sound of the area, the industrailists had found them, they had to escape.
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