Dickie was bored.
This was not unusual.
Mop was cheerful.
This was pretty ordinary too.
They were cleaning a street in a dingy corner of the city. The sky above was masked by the smog of pollution which settled eternally above the city like, as Mop often discribed it, "A big dirty halo in need of a bit of a wipe and a polish."
Half the street lights around them weren't working, but the area was well lit by the masssive advertisement board which, at that moment, held a massive ad for 'Buttflo'. Five minutes ago it had been 'Molluck's Mystery Meat', which seemed ironic to Dickie who was fairly certain that even if Molluck wasn't dead, he probably wasn't still making meat products.
Unless the meat was Molluck... It would explain what happened to all the glukkons who got themselves in trouble. Dickie thought of that b******, Lulu, who had, according to Rumor Kontrol, recently blown up Vykker's Labs.
"Oy, Dickie," Mop hissed to his partner, who had stopped work for a couple of minutes to think philosophical thoughts.
"Sorry, Boss," He muttered and went back to his mopping.
After about another 15 minutes of smearing the dirt on the ground more evenly (by which point the sign had begun advertising 'Molluck's Mouth Lube', ('Again with the Molluck!') Mop the slig stretched his back and grinned at the mudokon.
"I recon we've done a good job here, Dickie. Lets just get round to emptying the bins and we can be off."
"Finally," Dickie muttered and collected up their brushes and mops, picked up his bucket of filthy water and followed after the slig.
ooc: SkillyaSlig, I can imagine that if your two characters are constantly poking around looking for ratz and fleeches and mine are constantly poking around trying to tidy up the city, they might have met each other, and I can imagine them not getting along particluarly well. What do you think? Feel free to disagree totally.
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