"Hmmm... Sligs leaving us, Vykkers becoming tree huggers, and now THIS?" General Gnarls the glukkon pondered at news he had just recieved. 'Sligs have set muds free and shot their Executive bosses, Vykkers are joining forces with the muds because they are tired of being stuck with the sky, It was...surprsingly pleasant...' he thought. "I need to get more sligs to join them...", the Gluk mumbled. The news in question was from that Dillon Prick, it was a video call; "Heretics launched attack on the Air base, Help!". Whined the Mud as the call came through. "humph", Gnarls spat, "why should I? you should be kissing their asses for being suich a traitorous dickwad!" "No, you don't get it! they are the traitors!, Awdd, how are you so stupid!" screeched the bratty mud general. 'Iam too old for this' Gnarls thought, he was, in fact, a Mudokon sympathizer, and had never allowed a beating in his barracks at all, the sligs released aggression on the battle field, or the bar, choose your pleasure.
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