Gore tried to struggle to his feet in front of Molt, but remembered he didn't have any and fell on his back. He fumed a bit, but feared his comeback was a bit too slow.
Goresplatter: "You try walkin' round when ya' last boss gave ya' cheap damn legs, ya' lil' glukkon-lover!!"
He sighed. He knew he was still screwed. Ah well, he thought, may aswell make the most of it. He picked up a piece of metal that had fallen from the vending machine and threw it at the door as hard as he could.
Goresplatter: "Hah, take that, damn door... uhm, don't want you gettin' bashed for this, Stuey mate, you might wanna' go..."
Gore crawled carefully into the broken vending machine window and hid concealed behind a few packets of nachos. He popped his head out to say a sentance before quickly popping it back under-cover.
Goresplatter: "By the way, what's Arnie like? He better not be like that Aslik jerk back in FeeCo... glad he got his head s'ploded..."
As he hid again, he thought. Generally, jerk-like glukkons get punished by him, he can't help it. He thought harder. Hmm, he thought, he shouldn't have done that...
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