A Glukkon overseer looks at the clock, then noses the klaxon.
"Yabba-dabba-dooooo!"
A slig leaps from his platform, sides down a ramp and onto the tram.
"Thirteen, Number Thirteen, he's the greatest slig in history... From the mill of Bonewerkz, there's a mud who's 'bout to possess me! Aargh!"
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