OOC: Oh gawd, to be (vapourised) or not to be (vapourised),
that, is the question...
IC:
"You here that? Boy are we in trouble..." Said Matt,
"This Scrabs dead whatever we do 
." said a glum Greg,
"Well this sucks... Hey, waitta minute, if this Scrab can listen to us, maybe we can tell it to get away!" whispered Jeff,
"Good thinking, Jeff! Hey, Scrab, get outta here before you git killed! Go!" whispered Matt to the Scrab,
"From what i can make out, it seems they want me to leave before i get hurt! I must come back for these unselfish doomed Muds!" thought Shredder, as he took a step away from the Mudokons,
"It heard us! Now we won't be killed! Yay!" said Jeff,
"Ok, now youse Muds come with me! That's an order, Scrubs!" barked Sindera, as she pointed her vapouriser at Shredder,
"Time to die, stupid beast!" "I'd better go now, before i get hit!" thought Shredder, as he turned an run as fast as he possibly could to get away from the gun weilding Sindera,
"You can't get away that easy!" yelled Sindera as she shot at Shredder,
"Hahahahahah! Now i just gotta go behind a green creature!(slig)" thought Shredder, as he ran behind a few Sligs, and just like he hoped, Sindera fired, and got a Slig,
"Odd dammit!" yelled Sindera,
"That stupid beast isn't as stupid as it looks!"
and firing a couple more shot at the Scrab, she gave up shooting,
"Woo! Go Eddy!" said Greg,
"Who's Eddy?" asked Matt,
"That's what i named the Scrab." replied Greg,
"Shut yer traps before i vapourise ya!" shouted Sindera...
Back inside Shredders' cave: "It seems that the Slogs and Fleeches have left my home, thank Odd." Thought Shredder,
"Hel-looo!?" said Shredder in Scrab language,
"Oh, it's you, after i saw you drag my brother away i don't think i'll mess with ya, but is it ok if i be your roomie?" replied a Slog,
"How can you understand Scrab?" "How can you understand Slog?" replied the Slog,
"OK, Ok, you can stay here, just don't invite any of your friends." "Friends? All of my friends perished in the fight... So really there's no one to invite anyways..." "OK then, glad we got that settled, the end you and the Fleeches were fighting on is the dining room, because of all the food. You can sleep anywhere you wish, but not within 5 metres of me, got that?" "Got it." replied the Slog...
OOC: I made it out alive! Yays!
EDIT: If you can't see what Jeff says, (dark green) highlight the writing.