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Just look at the time of your last post!
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"Hey, stop!" shouted one of the other Sligs. Tok glanced at him.
"Why should I?" he spat. "This little - "
"Gah! How dare you, this is your, fault ya goon!" yelled a voice from behind him. It was the blue weirdo.
"Hey, let's calm down," said the Slig Tok though was called Flad. "If you haven't noticed, we're surrounded by Paramites. You," he said to Tok, "No shooting. Who knows how the Paramites will react to that? Your the one we're after," he added to the native. "I'm keeping my eye on you."
Tok walked over to Flad. "This native - " he began, angrily, then something hit him in the face and felt himself smash to the ground. Blinking, he saw Flad go flying too; the terrorist glowed blue and whirred. Then he shot off at high speed before spinning out of control and crashing head-first into a wall.
"Get 'im!" shouted Tok, but nobody listened to him, probably because they'd already posted.
Then a Big Bro came out of the shadows. "Which of you guys got him?"
"Um... well... nobody. He just... Knocked himself out," said Flad, and laughed. "Anyway, looks like the animals have gone, so this makes our job a bit easier."
Ackro, at this point, wandered away again. "There he goes again," murmured Flad, and went over to Mars' body. "Anyone gonna help me carry him? I'm sure there must be somewhere in this huge factory where we can lock him up until we can find out what he's doing here. I suppose one of you knows your way around the factory. I doubt anyone wants to stay down here any longer."
"I'll help carry him," said Tok, grabbing the terrorist's legs. "In fact, I reckon I can carry him by my - " there was a pause as Tok tried to life Mars' legs " - er, yeah. Anyone want to help me 'n Flad carry this guy?"
~short post but I can't really go any further by myself.
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