[Marvak]

Ricky started as the flying slig addressed him, stopping the heated arguement.
'So what's goin' on here, then? Is this some secret plan to sneak in, both of you, but you messed it up? The front door's never locked, and there's always a fone to use out there, anyway, rather than climbing into the air vent and ruining it...'
He watched as he flew up to repair the air vent.
'I swear, I didn't so much as scratch the thing! My pants, they're made of very light material-'
'I'll pay for the damages.'
'Cal!'
'What?'
'Shut up!' Ricky hissed angrily. Cal rolled his eyes, and turned to the other gun-wielding sligs.
'Listen, gentlesligs, this has all just been a big mistake-' he glanced at Ricky's pants; he sounded like he was putting them in gear- 'You see, my friend here had just... somehow found his way into the garbage shute by accident.'
'Yeah, I'd fallen in. That's when it sucked me up, and spewed me out into Maintenance. That's why I had to crawl through the vents, because there was no other way out.' Ricky slowly placed his hand behind his left pant leg, so as the others wouldn't notice. Cal put a hand on Ricky's shoulder.
'Yeah, and I was coming in for a job interview, I mean, you can obviously tell-' he said as he indicated to his dirty shirt and jeans- 'I really need a job. And I just happened to notice my old friend here. And that...' suddenly placing himself behind Ricky, both hands on his shoulders-
'...That's the whole story, assholes!'

With a loud "BANG!", they both started speeding in a straight line towards the door, faster than anything anyone had seen before, as Ricky's custom made pants switched to Race Mode. As they knocked down and broke furniture, one thought crossed Cal's mind.

"...Damnit."