phill: oh my god oh my god, who the hell poked my eye out, that was my good eye.
* phill patrolls the area looking for the thing that got his eye.*
phill wispers: that persons going to die.
Phill: Mud, why the hell would you poke my eye out?
* the mud says nothing.*
phill: if you dont talk i will kill you.
* the mud doesnt talk.*
phill: fine.
*phill picks up the mud throws him into a cage, and pulls the lever for the grinder.*
phill: oh, that was kind of FUN.
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