[Kesiah]

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Abe and Munch had been walking for several hours since they had spoken, well....abused, argued with and annoyed, the Raisin. The journey was becoming rapidly boring, with nothing much to do, and nothing to run away screaming from. The only annoyance was the persistence of the Shaman, who had appeared near the Raisin’s cave, and was proving to be a great annoyance.
“So...uh....You guys ready to take on all the Glukkons and fight your way in and grab the...can opener?”
The Shaman asked. Abe looked at Munch, who shrugged.
“I don’t know.” Abe said. “Will you help us get inside?”
The Shaman hastily waved his arms.
“Oh, no! I’ve taken.....a vow, yeah! A vow! Exactly!” He said.
Munch frowned, “What kind of vow?” He asked. The Shaman looked momentarily frantic.
“Um....Well....” Suddenly he had an idea, “A vow of non-violence! I have taken a vow not to do anything violent to anyone, which means that I can’t actually help you when you have to get the can opener.”
Abe sighed, he should have known that it wouldn’t be that easy.
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Several hours later.........

“So I said to Bigface, ‘You gotta give this Abe guy a chance! He’s the one destined to save the Mudokon race!’ I said, and that’s why you got your special hand tattoos Abe, all because of little old me. Now I don’t want to sound conceited or anything, but I think you guys own me a lot. I mean if I hadn’t helped you, then you would have never managed to get into Vykker’s Labs! But anyway, Did you know that if it wasn’t for me...............” The Shaman droned on, and on, and on....
“Does he ever shut up?” Munch hissed. Abe rolled his eyes and tried moving faster to keep away from the Shaman’s voice, it didn’t work.
“Next lake we come to, I’m dropping him in it!” Munch said, as the Shaman continued his litany of how he was so perfect, and Oddworld itself wouldn’t be the same without him.
“But it would be quieter.” Abe muttered. “The Glukkons will hear us a mile off with this guy!”
The continued to walk in silence, except for the constant noise of the Shaman, and Abe noticed the sky darkening.
“We’d better find somewhere to sleep.” He said. Munch nodded, and a quick search turned up a suitable clearing with a small river winding it’s way through it.
Surprisingly, the Shaman stopped talking, throughout the day he had surprised Abe with his apparent ability to talk constantly without having to stop for food, water or to breath. Abe quickly took advantage of the blessed silence.
“Munch and I are going to find us some dinner, how about you stay here and get a fire ready?” He said quickly.
The Shaman grinned, “I knew you understood how important I am!” He said.
Abe smiled and yanked Munch out of the clearing.
“Thank the Odd.” Munch whispered, “I thought we’d never get away!”
Abe looked relieved too, “Let’s get something to eat, then we’ll keep going. I want to get as far away from him as possible before he realizes we’ve gone.” He said.
Munch nodded, and the two quickly set off.
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Abe burped. They’d managed to find a lone Paramite, and the meal had been quite good. Now the pair were looking for someplace out of sight, where they could get some sleep.
“Hey Abe, what’s that?” Munch asked. Abe looked over where the Gabbit was pointing, through a gap in the trees, he could just make out the shape of a fence and some animals moving around inside.
“Let’s get closer.” Abe suggested. Munch nodded, and followed the Mudokon over to the fenced area.
By the light of the moons in the sky, the pair could see a large building, surrounded by many fenced areas, each of which contained a range of creatures from Mudos. Paramites, Scrabs, Elums, Meeps, even Fleeches, were housed in variously sized pens and areas. Nearby, a strange building that seemed to be made of glass was filled with plants of every kind.
“What do you think this place is for?” Abe whispered.
Munch shrugged, “Maybe we should have a look inside?” He said. Abe nodded, and began to lead the way, sneaking loudly. Munch rolled his eyes and followed, it never ceased to amaze him as to how the Mudokons could sneak so loudly, and yet not be heard.
The building loomed above them as they approached, dark and menacing, or it would have been, if it wasn’t for the sleeping Slig. It was wearing a garishly bright uniform that, even in the moonlight, could be seen as surgical pink and orange.
Abe looked confused, the Slig was armed with a stick, but otherwise it did not seem to be expecting any
attack. Motioning for Munch to stay there, Abe stepped over the prone Slig, and entered the building.
The inside was dimly lit, but Abe could make out an elaborate set up of meat saws, he could guess the purpose of the mini-factory now.
Munch was surprised at how quickly Abe returned. “What did you find?” He asked.
Abe looked annoyed. “It’s a meat factory.” He said, after leading Munch out of the Slig’s hearing.
Munch shrugged. “So?”
“We’ve got to get the animals out of here!” Abe hissed, “We can’t let the Glukkons slaughter them!”
“Who cares?” Munch asked.
“I do!”
“Fine! You rescue the animals, I’m going to find this can opener!”
Abe scowled. Then he had an idea. Reaching down quickly, he grabbed Munch, and ran over to the Elum pen. Munch, of course, started yelling, so Abe grabbed his mouth.
“Shut up.” He said, and dropped him.
Munch started to argue, but Abe ran off, only to return with a short length of rope and some cloth.
Garish pink and orange cloth. Grabbing Munch, he shaped the cloth around his body, and tied him to the side of one of the Elums. Then he ran off again.
“Stupid Abe! I hate you!” Munch screamed after him, bound into a bright pouch on the side of an Elum.
Abe ran over to the other pens, and began throwing open the gates that kept the animals inside. Then he realized what this meant.
Scrabs and Paramites started to run towards him, Fleeches chased after them, and Meeps panicked and hopped away.
Screaming, Abe raced back to Munch and the Elum, and leapt onto it’s back. The Elum was already panicky, and it took off when it felt Abe on it’s back.
“AHHHHHHHHHH!!” Munch and Abe yelled as the Elum ran onwards.
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Some time later………

The Elum had finally calmed down enough for Abe to control it. Munch had not been helpful, because his constant screaming kept frightening the Elum back into a run. Abe had finally realized this, and had threatened to gag the Gabbit unless he be quiet.
“Well, at least we lost the Shaman.” Abe said. Munch glared up at him.
“Why the @&$% did you have to go and let all those things out?!” He snapped.
“Well…they were sacred animals, and they were gonna be chopped up.” Abe muttered.
“So? Now they are free to run around and eat us!”
Abe looked around quickly. “There’s somewhere that we can spend the night, let’s get some sleep.” He suggested. Munch looked a little annoyed, but he was tired, so he agreed.
Soon the odd pair were sound asleep around a small camp fire.
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Morning....

“Morning Guys!!”
Abe groaned. His whole body ached, up until now, he hadn’t thought that is was possible for your feathers to ache.
“Hey, come on! We’ve got to get going!”
Munch opened his eyes. The obnoxiously loud voice apparently belonged to the Shaman. Munch cursed under his breath, it seemed as though they hadn’t lost him at all.
“Hey did you guys get lost last night? You didn’t come back so I thought I’d better use my superior shamanistic senses in order to locate you, seeing as I’m so nice and all, and I found you here! And that’s really lucky, ‘cause we have to get going soon and keep looking for your can opener, and I noticed some pretty weird things going on last night.............”
Abe sighed as they prepared to leave. It was going to be another one of those days......
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Will Munch and Abe ever ditch the Shaman? How much more of his talk will they have to endure before
they find their mysterious destination? Hmmmm, I’ll get back to you on that one.