[Munch's Master]

Here it is, my first fanfic! To everyone who knew about this beforehand, I'm sorry it's so late, but I got it up. Here;s chapetr 1: (Note: I haven't proofread i, so there may be a couple of mistakes.)
Enjoy:

Chapter 1: Hardships

Thud! Larry’s face hit the hard corrugated steel floor. “And don’t you try that again, or it’ll be broken bones, not just bruised.” Snarled the Slig guard through the door bars, as he slammed the metal door shut. Larry was a mudokon, your bog standard green mudokon with straggly feather and a disliek of industrialists. He had been enslaved long ago, for RuptureFarms, before getting freed by the Mudokon Saviour, Abe. But knowing hsi luck, he got enslaved again for a new factory- the Septik Snaks Food Corporation.Larry lifted his face off the floor gingerly, still in pain. The blood from his mouth mingled with the tears he was trying to hold back, as he muttered “Y-yes s-s-sir.” The Slig just flipped him off, spat at him and left, saying “Don’t you take the piss with me mud.” A he left.
“Caught trying to escape again Larry?” Larry turned to the mudokon who had said it-Trevor, as always. From what Larry knew, Trevor had been training to be a shaman at his village before being ‘captured’, and he was seemingly level-headed most of the time. He was decked out in the shaman paint, but didn’t have the feathers yet and his powers were unfinished. Still, he was a trainee shaman, and that kept some of the more superstitious Sligs wary of him. “Of course I did Trev, otherwise I wouldn’t be lying here beat up and bleeding, would I?”
Trevor shrugged “Well be careful. That’s the 5th time you’ve tried, and you’re lucky you’ve been caught by different guards in different Zulags. Don’t forget the 3 escapes and you’re out rule.” He sighed, drawing his finger across his throat to illustrate the point.
“Yeah well, maybe death would be better than this.” Larry muttered, trying to hide his pain as he crawled over to his fellow cellmates.
“Don’t say that Larry. At least we get fed here.” Another mudokon spoke up. Larry sighed. That was Jeff. He was a bit of an oddball even among mudokons. He was often quiet, sounded like he was high on something even when he wasn’t, and wore countless bracelets and rings that he said got him in touch with Odd. He was probably the mudokon equivalent of what you humans call a hippy. “Food? How is gone off, mashed up scrabmeat food? Odd I wish we could get out of here.”
A large, muscled and bulky mudokon who had kept quiet for a while suddenly threw himself at the door and banged on it again and again, screaming madly “Get back here you Slig bastards! You can’t enslave us! Next work shift I’m gonna strangle each and every one of you scumbags!!”
“Max Max Max, yelling won’t get us out.” Trevor admonished him, sighing and picking at his nails. The dark red, big and bulky mudokon,-Max, spat, muttered something involving a lot of curse-words, then flopped down, still breathing heavily, and slowly returned to a more green colour. Larry was still irritable though, and turned to Trevor once more “Max has had a hard time in slavery, so you gotta understand why he’s doing that.”
“Hey, I can speak for myself Larry.” Growled Max, and he punched the wall again.
Trevor spoke up “Larry, I was just saying yelling and raging gets us nowhere but punished. Remember, we’re all in this together, we have been since the beginning.”
Larry reminisced at Trevor’s words. “The beginning.” He remembered; and thought back.