Bills heart was pounding. He had been caught by a Slig. Not to mention a stupid Slig. He had him cornerd and there was nothing he could do. He had been caught, and was going to die. The Slig stared at him with merciless red eyes that seemed to penetrate through him. There was nothing he could do at the moment but do what the Slig ordered. "My code name is Fishtale. My real name is Bill. I'm one of the Mudokons that planted Fleech's around the mines." He answerd. "Where'd you put them?!" He yelled. "That I can't tell you. You'll just have to look for yourself." "Tell me now! Where did you put the damned Fleech's!" His grip tightened on his gun. "Okay! I put them in area #51. Go look for yourself if you don't believe me!" They had planned something like this would happen, so they filled the area with Scrabs. The minute the unfourtionate Slig opened the door it was all over. He told him to get up and follow him. He shoved his gun harder into his head and kicked him. The only bad thing about the plan was that the Mudokon caught by the Slig was probably going to get eaten too. As he walked through the mines to his death he looked at the scenery. Not much, just some rocks, rocks, a spider, and some more rocks. But when you are about to be mauled to death by a Scrab, all those rocks seemed to look different. They seemed to tell a story of the past, of what Oddworld used to be, beofre the Glukkons, before the Sligs were used to work in factories, before the Magog Cartel, before all that there were the Mudokons, the Glukkons, the Sligs, the wildlife, and just life itself. Back when life was peacful, when Sligs didn't hold guns to your head, and Glukkons didn't rip your guts out for money. Back when Oddworld was just Oddworld. "I may seem dumb after that Elvis prank but not as dumb as you think. I've seen Mudokons boobie-trap doors before, you open it first!" The
Slig spit in his face. Just before he opened the door, he pressed a little button in his pocket, signaling to all the other Mudokons to get the heck out of there and take any other Mudokons workers with you. He opened the door and standing there was a menacing 7 foot tall Scrab, mean, hungery, and pissed off.
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