= Chapter 3: Jury and Judge =
A year passed. A nervous Slig was standing in front of her, his mechanical pants legs whirring madly as he tried to keep himself standing straight. He was barely 1 year old and Skillya could tell that he hadn't done anything serious. She looked at him with a stern grin.
The Slig went down on his knees, "Please don't kill me! Don't put me in your soup!". Skillya chuckled, "My what?!". The Slig looked up, "Well... they say you make Slig soup out of our bones". Skillya laughed, "Firstly, that's absolutely revolting, I'm not a cannibal. Secondly, most of the rumours you hear about my are greatly exaggerated". The Slig nervously looked towards the eggs, "An egg a minute?". Skillya's smile faded slightly, "Yes... that's one rumour that is true. One egg per minute, I believe that's a record for any queen".
The nervous Slig looked at Skillya again, "Don't... you want to know what I did?". Skillya looked at the Slig, "I don't care about trivial things like that. I'll just get you relocated somewhere else". The nervous Slig bowed and headed to the door. Skillya spoke once more, "One more thing". The nervous Slig turned around as Skillya had an evil glint in her eye, "Thanks for making me laugh". The nervous Slig smiled and said, "No problem miss".
Skillya smiled and went into a comfortable sleep. She preferred being nice to her little babies whenever she could help it.
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