Gore put a comforting hand on Gappiqu's shoulder, and lit a cigar. He passed it to Gappiqu, trying to think of something to say. He knew there was no realistic way out of it.
"Are you totally sure about this Gappiqu? You can't just give up - there has to be a way..." He thought long and hard. "We could fake a breakout, anything, become outlaws - anything but give yourself up to Skillya!"
He hoped something would work, but deep inside he knew that when Skillya wanted a Slig, she got it. He got close to Gappiqu, and whispered lightly, "Does Dionysia know about your legs?"
He then stood up as tall as he could, which, with his organic legs, was fairly tall.
"Dionysia, we can't let this guy kill himself, it's practically you... damn, what's that word? Youthenasia. We need to think of something. Got any ideas?"
He sat down and took a puff on his cigar. His brain was hurting, and the same message continuously circled his concious, 'Think, you Slurg, think!'
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