[Marco the Glukkon]

occ: It's ok Arxryl, I haven't been able to reply quickly either because of studying for a Chemistry test.


IC:: Clem looked around nervously as he walked behind Ike. His eyes darted from corner to corner, and suddenly the grinders looked scary. He did not want to worry, but he did not want to meet this new Glukkon boss either. If it was up to him, he would have bolted and hid in a meat barrel for the rest of his life. Last time he did that, and he was taken out by a bouncer slig and beaten for 2 hours straight. The Glukkon wasn't fond of Clem after that. It was the worst part about being transfered around...he didn't know who to trust. But, at least he didn't have to go alone. Clem turned to look at Ike, seeing the back of his head with blurred vision.

" So...uh...this Glukkon boss...is he... uh..dangerous? I mean..you know where he is so I ....uh...figured you saw...him" Clem started to sweat. He looked back at Zuka, who was just looking around. Zuka started to look alittle scary too.

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"Hmm...why is that Mud staring at me like that? He looks like a quivering baby slig." Zuka thought as he was walking behind Clem and Ike.

"I shoulda just registered for the Barracks again..sheesh!" Zuka muttered under his breath.

The production line had large pieces of Elum meat littered along the conveyor belts. Zuka sniffed the air and sighed. Ahh, the glorious smell of rotting meat. It's like deodarant for Sligs....