[stonetooth]

Chapter Eight: Boom Boom Pow Pow!
The slig battle tank shook, feeling the power of the big explosion that had just happened. "By Odd, that was beautiful, beautiful....Fire off another round! We need to deforest this place A.S.A.P lads! Larzen, get out there and help quicken up the pace! You to Briggens! This needs to be finished!" Mugol shouted orders in his tank to his lieutenants. He leaned back and grinned madly as the tank shook again from the round.
Larzen sighed and walked through the ranks of sligs and outlaws cutting down trees. The clakkerz had head home, sense the sun was about to go down, so the work had slowed sense. Damn those fat chickens.....He snapped too attention whenever he saw one of the sligs resting. "Hey, you, slig! What the heck are you doing SLEEPING ON THE JOB?!?!?!?! GET YOUR FAT BUTT UP AND CUT THAT ODD DAMN TREE DOWN!!!!!!" the slig jumped at the shouts and curses, and in his hurry to do as told, he dropped the axe on his foot, and doing so, bumped into the slig next to him, who bumped into the slig next to him, and so on. Soon, there were fist fights breaking out between slig and outlaw alike. To his right there was a outlaw bashing in a sligs face for stepping on his foot, and on his left two sligs were wrestling. Oh damnit, all I wanted them to do was work......
"YOU IDIOTS! IDIOTS, EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU! LARZEN GET IN THE TANK NOW!" By the time Mugol had finished cursing loudly and muttering to himself, the workers had gone back to the deforestation and Larzen was in his tank.
"Now, Larzen...." he said calmly. "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!?!?"
"W-w-well sir, one of the sligs was sleeping on the job and, uh.....Well, I just didn't want to slow down the project." he said, rubbing his neck awkwardly.
"Well, good job! YOU FAILED! That took at the least fifteen minutes to get everyone calm and back to work. Get out." he spat on him. "Oh, and sergeant? Your demoted to regular grunt, now get a ax and get working, Mud!" Oh great, Larzen thought, oh great.