With a resigned sigh Slugger did as he was told and began walking, wincing slightly at the whirring and screeching of his metal pants. As he walked he wondered what this Cheddar person would do to him. Maybe he'd have Slugger shot to the spot... The Slig let out a deep breath and rumaged around in his field kit for his rations. He began chewing of a stick of jerky. Well, even if he was going to die, there was no reason he had to go hungry.
"Wow...optimissum..." he thought glumily.
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