Doe, the native Mudokon hiding behind enemy lines, was actually getting pretty good at cleaning the hard, cold, metal floors of Industrial buildings. It had felt like an eternity since Doe has first infiltrated Rupture Farms intent on shutting down. Well upon going under cover, wearing the black and white striped garments of a scrub worker, Doe discovered that Rupture Farms is about as much a threat to Mudos as rain is to the mountains. The Tomahawker didn't know why he still resided in the meat processing plant... perhaps the place had grown on him?
No that wasn't it Doe hated the walls forever closing him away from the rest of the world, the ceiling that obscured his view of the majestic sky, and those damn abominable mechanical contraptions called machines that paled in comparison to the beauty of the flora he was accustomed to. Then why was it that he found himself carrying a dank rag down the haunted corridors of this accursed place? Was it that dark Mudokon female? That Dionysia? Who is she? Correction: What is she? Doe thought back to the time he looked into the female's soul. It had seemed so dark and twisted... but now that Doe thought about it... there was something else.
Snapping Doe out of his inner thoughts he heard the deep, croaky voice of a Slig shouting down the halls. The Mudanchee warrior paused to comprehend the horrible pronunciation so common in Slig speech to see if he could understand what the trigger happy industrial was so excited about. Just then the creature from which the noise had produced presented itself before Doe at a incredulous speed. The Slig wasted no time introducing himself; instead it pointed its gun at Doe and shouted, "Freeze!"
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No one seemed to be around or at least they did not respond to Bolas. "This place seems pretty laid back. Bolas thought to himself as he walked down the halls, "if I've landed anotha job where I can sleep all day I must be da luckiest Slig alive." Just then he smelled the familiar pleasant odor of something burning. Bolas chuckled, "I hope dey aren't burnin Muds widout me." The Slig let his mechanical legs carry him towards the source of the smoke and found a scorched Mudokoken body sprawled on the ground in obvious pain just outside a room the smoke was vacating from. Bolas inspected the Mudokon body and could see their was still life in the thing's body. Pity. Bolas took a gander into the smoke retching room and saw that a portion of the machines were aflame.
Bolas did something few Sligs ever do... take a moment to think. Bolas considered throwing the Mud back into the flames and watch as it convulsed and screamed in pain. That could be very amusing, but at the same time if that fire got to big the place might burn down. If Rupture Farms was nothing but ashes it would be pretty hard to work their. Having no job meant a trip to mom... Bolas needed help to put out this fire. Bolas kicked the singed Mudokon in the ribs and roared, "Get up!" Not waiting to see if the piece of slurg deposit got up or not Bolas ran down an unfamiliar hall screaming as loud as he could manage, [i]"Fiah! Fiah! Fiah! Dere's a fiah back 'ere!"
As Bolas turned a corner he saw something moving in the shadows. Using his infra-red vision Bolas was able to see it was a Mudokon wearing normal work attire, but something was in its hand. Unable to ascertain what the object was Bolas took the safest measure and assumed it was a weapon. Bolas aimed his blunderbuss at the Mud's head and shouted, "Freeze!"
Unlike most workers this Mudokon didn't drop to the ground and cover its head instantly; instead it just stared at Bolas as if the Slig were a blank piece of parchment. Having a moment longer to look at the Mud worker Bolas realized the object in the Mud's hand was just a filthy rag used for cleaning. Chagrined Bolas tried to compose himself and muttered, "Da room back dere is on fiah. Go fix it." The Mudokon didn't say anything or take that blank expression of its face. The worker simply nodded and ran towards the burning room. Bolas sighed, "Firs day on da job and dey already got me workin."
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