CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Lord Fragg sat in his newly-pitched tent somewhere in the Mongo Wilds. His Slig army had covered good ground today; it would have been easier if there had been plenty of airships they could have used, but since most of the aircraft didn’t have guns and were only lightly armored, he didn’t want to risk the loss of so many vehicles.
He looked at the map laid across the table, tapping a finger on their current location. “We arere here,” he said, more for his own benefit than for the BigBro standing silently behind him. He traced a small line out of the Mongo Wilds and into the area labeled Free Mudokon Grant, and tapped a small area in a region called the Mudokon Valley. “Abe’s friends will be out this way…that’s where we need to go.”
“Yes, sir,” the BigBro said from behind him, and the Glukkon turned to look at the guard. “We’ll catch those Muds with their shorts down, mow them all to the dirt before they can say ‘Yo-yo-yo’!”
“Don’t be so certain,” Fragg growled. “These Mudokons aren’t to be taken at all lightly; they’ve caused more destruction than any other five beings in history…except, perhaps, creatures like Lord Vantoris, and the Steef, and the Ninth Chieftain.”
“Yes, sir.” The Slig saluted. “We’ll follow orders, sir!”
“Good.” The Glukkon returned his attention to the map, studying it with the eyes of a military commander and successful businessman at the same time.
The ground between their current position and the Mudokon Valley was an area known as No-Muds-Land, an area formerly occupied by such colossal industrial landmarks as Magog Motors, Splinterz Manufacturing, and Flub Fuels – all of which no longer existed, thanks to Abe. After the destruction of the factories, the lands were still desolate from the pollution the factories had originally produced, combined with the decaying metal hulks that had once been technological terrors.
No-Muds-Land, Fragg thought. Perhaps we will encounter Abe and his friends there…and when we do, that name will be especially appropriate, where the greatest Mudokon met his doom.
Lord Fragg smiled…and went on to bed to dream fantasies of an Oddworld without Abe the Mudokon. What a wonderful world they would be living on, he thought, when the industrialist Glukkons and Sligs reigned supreme, with every single Mudokon in existence under their heel, without an Abe to dread at night! Every industrialist to come would pray thanks to Lord Fragg, for his excellent deed of destroying Abe.
Fragg smiled in his sleep. He would be something of a god to every Glukkon to follow him for his great deed, as soon as he carried it out.
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