[skillyaslig]

Jatt: *falls over in shock at hearing the meech talk* Well, shot ma slog an’ call me Sally! Tha’ darn meech can talk! *Picks himself back up, snorting* Uh…Hi meech, ‘ows it? *Jatt didn’t really know what to say to the talking meech.*
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The mad native stared at him, his blood-shot eye gleaming with insanity.
“Hehe! Lill’ sluggie bug, what you doing on your own? Its dangerous, heheh!” The Mudokon giggled insanely, his one intact eye rolling in his head.
Jutt shivered violently, “I’m on patol, so if you’ll please-” He tried to pass the tormented mud, but the native hit him with his fist. Jutt fell and landed with a thud on the steel floor.
“Not just yet, my green friend…we have sooo much to talk about…Teheehee!” The native grinned. He was mad; tortured and tormented. His green skin splattered with blood, his left eye a empty, blood-filled socket. His right leg was only a stump, and he had large criss-crossing wounds gorged into his chest.
Jutt mumbled and then spied his gun lying on the floor a few meters away. If he could distract the Mudokon…
As if hearing his thoughts, the native walked over, his stump thunking on the floor, and picked up the gun He looked over at the fear-stricken slig and then casually tossed the fire arm out the window, from which the forest could be seen far below.
“No, guns are bad…” The Mudokons waved a paw, his face twisting. “Now then, my little legless friend, come with me. I have no friends!” The mud walked over to Jutt and yanked him from his mechanical pants and began to drag Jutt across the cold floor. Jutt struggled vainly, but the Mudokon had madness on his side; he easily dragged the terror filled slig along. The Mudokons yanked a door open, which was marked with “experiment lab”. Jutt whimpered and struggled against the insane Mudokons grip, cursing the bosses who made him patrol a remote area. The native tightened his grip on Jutts neck and gave him a vicious smack around the head.
“Stop squirming ye little mite! Or mummy will smack you.”
He dragged Jutt into the dark room, looking about. He gave Jutt another, harder, smack, leaving Jutt dazed on the ground. The Mudokon went over to a large barrel and tore the lid off, exposing some sinister liquid, which steamed. The native then went and sized Jutt by the scruff of the neck and dragged him towards the barrel. Jutt gave a muffled screech and thrashed about. The Mudokon grinned, showing broken teeth and blackened gums,
“Don’t worry, my pet. This is only the first….Hehhehe!” He giggled madly and dragged Jutt. The mudokon yanked off Jutts mask and grinned. He stopped in front of the barrel and then yanked Jutt up and seized his neck and hissed, “Isn’t this soooo much fun?” With that the native rammed Jutts head down into the searing liquid.
Jutt snapped awake with a scream. He jerked backwards and crashed into the wall, screaming hysterically. He grabbed his armored face and broke down in tears.
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Cylepso: See?
Seb: *swats at her* mghnamma.
Cylepso: *snorts* Say what you will, old Sebbie.
OOC: The words in this text are Jutts dreams.