[stonetooth]

OH ODD DAMNIT! I accidently back spaced while typing the second chapter, grr...Well, atleast I'll finish it today. Enjoy. (Mugol is the main character of the chapter, and he is a glukkon)

Chapter Two: What boss says is best...


"Don't worry, my plan will be PERFECT...." Mugol said, his voice faltering.
"Of course it will be prefect, because if it isn't I will have to show you what I can do by force, and surely you don't want me to hurt my favorite puppet now, do you?" his master said menacingly. Even though Mugol served him, he still did not know his own master by name.
"Of course, master...I will not fail you again!" he said, quivering.
"Good...Now, I can only send you MINIMAL amounts of help, sense you failed in your last project....I will send you with two dozen slig guards and atleast 50,000 moolah, 'tis all I can spare." he said.
"Thank you, boss, I won't fail! I'll bring back more than you gave me, I promise!" he said half-heartedly.
"There's my little servants, always being a good little lapdog....LEAVE ME!" he said with a sudden burst of anger, as Mugol ran away from his master.
Once he was a good distance away, and in the armored vehicle that will bare him to a clakker town, one that is very productive, and they will surely welcome him in with his new company. And if they don't, he will start it there by force. As he continued on these same thoughts, he slowly drifted into a deep sleep....
He awake, hours later, and to his suprise, they are already there. He jumped out of his ride, and strode with purpose into the town, towards the building he deemed as the mayor's house, with his slig gang right on his heels.
Many clakkerz ran in fear, or fell to their knees and cried, hoping that they wouldn't be chosen for a random beating by the merciless sligs.
But soon, they already crossed the distance to the mayor, and, on his command, a slig rushed the door with his shoulder, breaking it into pieces, but stumbling and falling onto the ground foolishly. He kicked him and ordered him to stand up.
Much to Mugol's delight, the mayor didn't seem tough, and was very wimpish. The mayor said with stutters, "Now, what are yall doin b-b-bashin doors in? I can call the guard on ya, and get you th-t-thrown out..." he said, with little force behind his words.
"Now now good sir, I am simply here to HELP your town.." Mugol said decivingly.
"Really, how so?"
"Well, you see, I saw this gigantic forest called Redwood, which houses your town, and I decided to graice you with the presence of my factory here. I am prepared to hire clakker workers, and I have enough money with me to pay for them. As for my sligs, they won't be payed, they will just have the honor of serving me. So what do you say?" He said forcefully.
"Sounds like a plan.." the clakker said, not as scared.
"Good. Now, I will take a big plot of land to the north, right outside the town...Get the strongest clakkerz here, and they shall help in the grand building of the lumbering factory." he said, and with that he was off, much to the mayor's relief.
Later, he was outside of the town, the rough sketch of the factory built, and the clakkerz all ready building. They were under strict watch by the sligs, and, even if they weren't showing it, Mugol could sense there fear. But, they worked loyaly, and had already started setting up the foundation of the building. They even had a bunch of gigantic construction vehicles grabbing mass amounts of metal and putting it into place on the giant factory.
To his demand, he had ordered that his office be constructed first, and the room was somewhat decent. A table, a big chair, and the walls and a part of the roof up. Perfect, all according to plan, just as he had told his master....
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