Well this was it. No one said a life of crime was glamerous, or long. He crossed his fingers and hoped that the other heard the warning about the Scrans. Maybe someone would come and help,but at the moment he had two choices, save his tush and betray his species, or go down in history as one of the bravest Mudokons and get blown to bits. Well he was probably going to walk into a meatgrinder the next day cause a gypsy told him to beware of your surroundings so he chose the second one. "I'm not tellin you, you gizmo pants freik." He said and stuck his tounge out at him. "I guess you didn't hear my question right, TELL ME WHERE THE FLEECH'S ARE OR I'LL BLAST YOUR HEAD OFF!!!!!!!" He pointed the gun closer to his head and his finger tensed on the trigger. "No you're the one that didn't hear me right, I, am, not, telling, you, you, gizmo, pants, freik. Phlblblblbl!" He stuck out his tounge again. "I tried reasoning with you but you gave me no choice. *Sigh* Why do they always have to pick the hard way?" He smiled a strange Slig smile and aimed his gun. A little red laser light appeared on Bills head. He closed his eyes and waited for the bang. "See you in hell sucker."
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