[Dark Elite_H2]

"My master's tryin' to get some help for me. As you can see, I'm in poor condition right now..." Slogann spoke. Sly looked down to him wildly.
"Who the hell you talkin' to, Slogann?" Sly asked, turning around to the other Slog behind him. Sly's eyes thinned down, squinting at the Slog. "Well, hello there, lil' fellah," Sly cooed the Slog. "His master's in trouble...He needs help," Slogann replied. Sly looked down to Slogann. "Not in yer condition, you won't," Sly scolded.
"Sorry...My master's a little worry-wart. If you would come with us, and I'll get myself fixed up, and we'll help you find your master. How 'bout that?" Slogann spoke, coughing slightly. "What if I go with the Slog while you go get fixed up?" Sly asked, but Slogann denied. "You can't communicate with a regular Slog, Sly. Remember? Yer not a Slog," Slogann smirked. Sly rolled his eyes, muttering, " well it was an idea..." Slogann looked back to the Slog in some concern. "Don't worry. We'll get you back to yer master in no time," Slogann reassured.