Looking at the bleeding paramite Jerr felt very confused. He hadn't taken a single shot but the paramite seemed to be dying or at least was in alot of pain. 'But where did it all come from?' Jerr wondered. While pondering he noticed a scar that seemed to have reopened. 'It must have been because of the fall but that would have to have been a bigger fall and...'"Argh, I hate thinking so hard!" He shouted to nobody. When he finnaly remembered the paramite was still there he knew that most sligs would never do this but he began to clean the blood and the paramite. 'I'm a slig not a vykker so I will need some help on that cut' Jerr thought. Whilst cleaning up he wondered why the creature was there anyway. 'My first day at work and I've nearly been eaten by a paramite and tried to help it. Strange.' Jerr thought. "Well that should do it but we really need that gash closed up."said Jerr aloud 'Which way to go? Oh it says restroom on that sign better go there' But Jerr got lost anyway and was slown down greatly because he had to drag the paramite around. When he finnaly found the restroom he colapsed onto the ground after saying"Take care of this paramite."
occ: Thank you for pointing that out Carnix.
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Congratulations, Oddey, on winning FC's fanfiction competition two years running! You are clearly the man to beat!
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