[Marco the Glukkon]

"Well isn't this peachy. I get transported to this rundown old trash heap, and they don't even show you where to go! This is ridiculous....Oh well, maybe I can wander around until I can find the office. Hey, maybe I'll stumble along and find the cafeteria! Oh boy, Scrab Legs....mmmm."

Zuka's mouth watered as he sniffed the air. There was a combination of some garlic-like smell, and the smell of old dusty grinders. Someone was cooking and he didn't have anything to eat all day. Was the cafeteria open? Gosh, if he went through every nook and cranny of this place, he would certainly die before he found it!

He started walking toward the grinding level area 2 and took in all the sights. Something about grinders got him happy, and he didn't know why. Was it because him and his buddies used to trip Muds into the grinders on purpose, or is it because of the tasty foods that grinded everyday, 24/7? Zuka didn't know or care, it all felt good to him the same.

Large grinders, dull and covered in pieces of nameless animals, littered the hallway. Surprisingly, they still looked like the could cut through steel even though they were dulled. The sun gleamed through the large windows as Zuka sniffed again.

"Boy, it sure is quiet around here. No Muds, no Sligs, not nuttin'."

Suddenly, Zuka's head started to throb. Flashbacks of the time at Vykkers', the gunshot, the sound of the explosion, the shower of red....

"Ugh, maybe I should lie down. Dear Odd, not again....."

Zuka's voice started to trail off as he fell to the ground. He knew no more....