"An accident huh?" CD-428 asked, "Well ya betta be mo careful b fo you get in real trouble. To show emphasis CD-428's grip tightened on his blunderbuss his trigger finger slightly pulling the trigger, but not putting enough force into it to actually activate the weapon.
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Alexander II listened quietly to the Meech and waited to hear everything he had to say. "Have you ever had your skeleton removed only to have it replaced by metal? I struggled as much as I could, but I couldn't escape from my bonds. The pain was so much I believed that I was surely dying." Alex growled as the bad images came to mind.
"Its not just that one Vykker I hate, I hate them all. The Paramite is right all they love is killing and hurting. My friends were experimented on as well... they didn't turn out to good. Not only my friends, but my entire race is used by these Vykkers for their countless experiments."
The small fuzzle grinded his metal teeth at the thoughts of the Vykkers' actions. Trying to forget about Vykkers the Fuzzle went back to thinking about Fleeches. "Fleeches can be problematic for my kind, but if we get the first chomp their isn't much of a problem. Scrabs, however, I used to need seven or so buddies to take one on, but ever since I got my 'advantage' I can rip through one quick," the Fuzzle stated simply.
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