IC: On the bus, some Mudokons and a Vykker were whistling. He hadn't heard such a joyous sound for ages. He hummed along, bouncing slightly at the back of the bus (taking up well nigh all, the seats at the back, crushed in), causing the bus to shake slightly. It eventually stopped, and the music, alas, also stopped. He exited with the others to listen to their new boss' speech. Oh great, a Slig. He doubted it could be trustworthy as a boss. He didn't like the idea of shooting natives so much, he hoped he would be on pure guard duty somewhere. He wasn't the best at shooting, anyway, he was into heavy work. Another Big Bro, not as big as himself but still bigger than the norm, flexed it's muscles at him. In return, he did the same, and showed off his 8-pack (not a typo). He then reluctantly went up to the new boss, took a pen from a Slig, and read through the papers briefly. He signed, and handed them back, but remained mute. He shuffled over slightly so he was next to the Mudokons.
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