Once again, Tyre leant over towards slax.
He felt sorry for the slig, standing limply on his pair of metal stilts. The pants of course were made from metal, but even though they seemed shallowly weak compared to the bulk of the sligs body. But the reason he felt sorry for him was the fact that he was having to make so much effort just to get a stinking job. If Tyre hadn't known any better he would probably risen to his feet and screamed at the top of his lungs:
"Someone give this guy a bleeding job already!!!!!!!" but unfortunatley for Slax Tyre did know better. This would only have given him a 72 hour lockdown in a psyce ward and a thorsine drip.
"i'm not going to do anything." he thought, even though he did pity the slig.
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