[Marco the Glukkon]

Clem could not believe it. He was in Rupture Farms, the most famous and biggest meat processing plant on Oddworld. He never truly knew of this place, only in stories. Stories of massacre and destruction. But from what he could see, it was comfortable, albiet alittle dark and damp. He could have stayed and watched the scenery all day long, wanting to climb up the rafters, but he had to talk to Arnie.

Suddenly, as if time stood still, he noticed the White Slig on the ground. The Slig looked as if he was asleep. He was laid out on his back, a small trickle of saliva coming out of his mouth.

"Wow...I heard Sligs are lazy, but I didn't realize how much! Hey buddy, you ok?"

Clem slowly walked toward the Slig, cautious and leary of the creature. The Slig was much bigger than any normal Slig, and that gun on his shoulder did not look inviting, not at all. Clem put his han dout and, ever so slighly, touched the white Slig.

"Um....buddy....I can't find my way to Arnie's office....can you help me?"

Clem touched the slig again.

"Hello...are you listening?"

Then it dawned on him. This Slig was not asleep, he was unconcious! Clem, withough thinking, began to scream.

"HELP! SOMEBODY, THIS SLIG IS DOWN! SOMEBODY HELP!!!!"

From all of the time he had lived in the Sprooce Forest, Clem feared Sligs like the plague. They carried guns and shouted insults, they slept and smoked right in your face. But at that very instant, he could not possibly watch this Slig die... or whatever he was doing.

"HELP, PLEASE THIS SLIG IS DOWN!!!!"