Um... Er... Thanks, Gabbit. Um, well... I'm sorry if this chapter sucks.
Casella stared at the Slig, then she spoke in her most authorative tone. "Why, we're slaves and slave traders going to the auctions, of course." The Slig seemed to ponder this for a second, then he replied, "Oh.... oh, okay... carry on..." Casella walked on, with the Mudokons, Sligs, and Glukkons following. They walked into the woods, and they soon came across what looked like an ordinary industrial building, and Casella walked up to the door. She motioned for one of the Sligs to knock on the door. A Slig voice answered the knock. "Who's there?"
"Slave traders," Casella answered the Slig. They heard the Slig call, presumably over his shoulder, "Hey, Boss! It's slave traders!" Then, from far inside the building, "What kind of slaves are we talking about here?" The Slig repeated it to Casella. Casella responded "Are you interested in slaves trained in the RuptureFarms Agricultural Department?" They then heard the Slig repeat it, followed by a Glukkon voice, much closer now, "RuptureFarms Agricultural?"
"Yeah," Casella said.
"How much money?"
"About seventy one units each."
"Well, come on in, and let's talk business." Casella smiled, knowing that her mate's days as a high-ranking executive had served him well. Then the door opened.
ACK! Nooooo!!!!! I HATE writer's block!!!!!!!!!!!
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