[General Dikrip]

Charleston went over to the one armed slig (Fromage). He sewed on the plastic arm first, just to hold it together, and went over to his equipment table. Charleston removed a particularily sharp scalpel and got to work. Soon he had managed to connect the arm back into the socket, with a little extra protection to prevent it happening again. "Why in the world would he have a plastic arm?" Charleston thought, "Usually they just let them die." Once again he sat down in his chair and continued reading his book.