Charleston lifted Palms onto an operating table and grapped a scalpel. He turned the slig over and began cutting into the odd skin of the wounded slig. After a few minutes the spine was visible, so he snapped it back into place-ignoring the murmer of pain- and stitched up the opening. Charleston mopped up the blood with a dirty rag and flipped Palms back. "That should do you," he said as the slig murmered, "Rest will be the best now." Charleston gave the slig a sleeping pill and looked around his other patients. After being satisfied, he sat down and started to read a book (A Tale Of Two Vykkers).
Folkost shouted back to the mud, "It's ok." Well at least he apologised he thought, as he stood back up. Folkost gazed up at the green light and remembered his mission. "I will vanquish you industrialists or I will die trying."
OOC: Urghh i'm an idiot and sorry about the god modding.
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