Gore pondered for a moment. He spoke in sliggish.
Goresplatter: "Well, freak is harsh, but, a slig with a mud is a bit... odd. S'pose we can do what we like, though, wish there were female sligs..."
He considered the fact of his legs. They were indeed useful, he couldn't be 'dis-legged' like other sligs - but he was going to have different views upon him for sure.
Goresplatter: "Think I'll keep these legs a while, might come in handy, you know."
He caught up. He hoped the rest area was around here somewhere, the problem with these legs was that they got tired.
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Vykker X finished crying in the toilet. He spoke quietly to himself.
Vykker X: "There there, it'll be OK, shhh shhh..."
He walked stealthily out of the bathroom, and back to the cafeteria, looking round each corner as he went. He ran forward and snuck onto one of the new trains, and hid behind some seats.
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The Delivery Boy got slowly from his feet. He would search for master, regardless of what might come after him. He shuffled forward through the pass, and slowly made his way around the nest, searching blindly. He was a zombie with no mind, wandering.
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