Vykker X was slightly taken aback by Dek. He grinned evilly and sneered.
Vykker X: "Well, I don't see any other sligs round here with legs, do you? It's an advancement I say! There's a couple problems, but... legs! LEGS!"
X rattled his cage slightly. There were stars in his eyes.
Vykker X: "If I were the doctor in this place, every slig would have legs, and would no longer be a pathetic massive slurg, it's the revolution!"
Gore had had enough, and stood up. He walked over to the cage and administered the knockout gas to X. He went and sat back down, and found Slap's diagnosis disquieting. However, he nodded in submition.
Goresplatter: "I'll miss these legs, but I guess, I wasn't supposed to have them in the first place. I don't wanna kill too many people, just Abe 'n' Munch, heheh..."
He looked down at his legs, then at his crippled hands, and winced. He realised, the removal of his legs was for the best.
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