Part Three:
Siggs, the slig security guard looked down at the detestable scrub. He looked like all the others. Same grey-green skin (stinted red becuase of the blasted mask he was forced to wear), same bloodshot eyes, same ridiculously large hands and feet. Siggs hated mudokons. The slaves slacked off during their work and the wild ones were religious creeps. But this particular mud was different. He not only did what he was told, but he did extra. When Siggs realized that this scrub actually enjoyed his menial tasks he had jumped at the oppurtunity and had quickly made the chump his personal servant. The wuss would do anything to make others happy. What a bastich...
Siggs sighed and tossed his Lungbuster cigarette into the scrab pen. The mud hated it when he did that because he said it was harmful to the creatures in the kennel. Who cares, he thought, they are going to be eaten anyways.
Zero looked up at the slig standing on the walkway above him and to his left. He watched as the guard tossed something into the kennel he was about to clean. Zero set down his bucket of water and his mop and began his difficult task of herding the scrabs into their small, temporary pen so that he could clean up. He pulled a chunk of raw meat from a sack and tossed it at the creature.
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