OOC: Sorry, Splat. Silph's not a Slig, remember? :P
IC: Silph groaned and unpeeled another cake "Last one, alright? I don't wanna pay for all these" So saying, Silph threw it as hard as possible at the Slog. it bounced fo it's head and flew down the corridor.
He then noticed a rather tanned looking Mudokon looking at him expectantly, after requesting a 'Slig' to help. He went over "Do I look like a Slig to you? Right...a native, by the looks. He ain't moving, so you need my help how exactly?"
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Slash yawned as he lazily flew around. Toilets don't have showers in them usually, actually, as far as he was aware. Maybe it would rain soon, but then, as nice as Arnie was to his employees, it didn't mean the factory made any less smoke. Probably be acid rain around here, or at least elsewhere. The animals must be drinking something in this area. Now curious, Slash decided to take a look outside. How was the weather currently?
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