Thanks Nathanton!
Krim, kinda dizzy, but still panicking, blurts out "SLIGS! INVASION! GUNS! NO PANTS! EGGS! GET PANTS! GET HELP! BIIIIG GUNS!!" Then he whirls around in a circle and falls to the ground.
"Hey, there's my lunch!" says Prake, picking up the carcass that was right in front of Krim's unconcious face. "Well, might as well bring him back to that Mudokon village he was running towards." And with that, he slings the limp Mudokon over his shoulder, with his lunch over the other, and heads towards the village...
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