[Slaveless]

Bonty raised an eyebrow. The two seemed odd for mudokons. He responded, "No, I don't think I'm Mullock. I don't even have a job close enough to him. I'm a slave. He is a glukkon, and he doesn't own this company anymore. He is missing for quite a while, as I heard from some source, by a slig named Molt. This place is ruled by some glukkon named Arnie."

The thought of Molt blackened his memories. All his life, he has known Molt. He had given him cruel beatings, scraps, and even shot him. Nothing was worse than that monster. Even if he tried, no one could help him defend him againist Molt. He had a solider class, and Bonty's closest techinque to fighting, was slapping.

Bonty suddenly heard Carl's booming voice. To find out what was happening, he ran to Carl's corrider. He couldn't tell if he was angry or lost. Normally, Bonty would avoid glukkons that have a sitution like this, but he figured he had some sort respect around here. Maybe he could hire him to some place not near Molt. Bonty said to him, "Sir, are you all right?"