IC: Sturg looked down at the Fuzzle "Yeah, I saw a Vykker here, out here in the stockyards. Dunno what it was doing, though, it was looking at the Paramites. It had some sort of gun, though. And a big head, unless they're all like that?" Sturg mused these thoughts. He'd been an idiot to try to talk to it about the poster then. Maybe he was tired or something. Sturg wanted to learn more about the Vykkers, and why all the animals seemed to hate them so much. They were obviously tolerated within the factory. Perhaps he should sneak about and have a look. maybe Somi would come with him. He saw her arrived, and hopped down and walked up to her "I was thinking of raiding the factory. Just sort of sneaking around some of it, and having a look. Maybe I could find out more about these Vykkers? I'd be sure to learn more if I saw them myself, so I'm going in. You want to come? Or you, Alexander?" Even if they weren't coming, he definitely was. He was so bored of his current life, he'd been here that many years...merely surviving seemed pointless, particularly when there was no other members of his species left, at least not around here, which left even less purpose. At least Scrabs and Paramites still had urges to spur them on.
By now, Slash had finished his sketch. He turned the page over and put it back into the pocket of his pants, along with the knife in it's attached sheath. He decided to have a look outside again, to see if anything particularly important might be out there, to observe the wildlife maybe, and see if he could find anything interesting. He got into his pants and flew off, and towards the exit.
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