The Slig had seen the Blue Slig, he'd just gone past him, and he was drunk, too.
Tok nodded. "Okay, I'll go look for 'im," he said, but the Slig didn't seem to hear him.
"Um, could you excuse me?" he said, then turned and ran off back the way he'd come. Tok clunked his pants into gear and clattered after him. The ancient flypants were, however, no match for Krivzee's, and he soon rumbled to a halt, muttering about inadequate equipment.
Then he heard something in the shadows. It was a light, but rumbling, snore, interspersed with mumbling and then a couple of sharp thwacks.
He peered into the darkness and saw that it was in fact the blue Slig, Ackro.
"Aha!" he said. "There y'are. Now come outta there and we'll find yer some pants."
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