[Sal the Mudokon]

Well, it's good to be back and start writing the MUCH ANTICIPATED (more sarcasm than a Sienfeld episode) sequel to Hans and Sven Do Stuff. Usually, I'd write something long and boring here, but **** that! Let's get right into the story, shall we!


* Beep... beep... beep * went the sound so close to Han's head. He opened his eyes. Well, at least his EYE anyway, the other one was covered by bandages. The light around him seemed to burn. He was in a medical facility. Hans turned horrified! Was he to befall the fate of all of his experiments? Of course not. Because unlike those cute defensless animals, Hans wasn't tied d- wait... yeah... yeah was.
"WEW, SHBID," said Hans from under his layers of bandages. He tried to extend his four arms as far as he could. He couldn't move them at all. He tried to move his head a little. It had SOME mobility, but other than that, he was screwed. He turned his head towards the table sitting next to him. It had all kinds of gruesome surgical tools. Ah... Hans had seen worse looking tools... AND IN ACTION!
"A healthy coat of rust and dust keeps the fuzzles from keeping up a fuss" said the voice in Han's head. It was a memory from his half-hour medical training on Vykkers Labs. Now THOSE were the days. And they would have continued if it weren't for that idiot friend of his letting those fuzzles into the R+D Room.
"DAB OU ZVEM! DAB OU!" shouted Hans as loudly as he could. Still, could hardly hear himself through the muffling bandages.
"Wew ane diz a bitchk," Hans thought. That's right. He had been entombed in his oversized bandaids so long that he THOUGHT with a muffled voice.
All of a sudden, the sound of a door opening started. Hans froze. A tall being walked into the room. He had a mask over his face and a full body blue robe on. He went over and grabbed the most gruesome tool on the table. Han's eye was shocked in terror. He shivered as the creature brought it closer and closer to him. And so Hans did what any mature Vykker would do in his situation. He passes out cold.



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Hans opened his eyes... both of them.
"This is getting REALLY redundant," he said to himself, now unbandaged. The inclosure he was in was cold, small, and bright white. Hans was tired and yawned. While he yawned, he scratched his head.
"Ow!" said Hans. His claws was more jagged then usual. He looked at it.
"Oh SH*T!" he said in surprise. For when Hans looked at his arm, he saw but one of the worst things he had ever seen (Well, accept for that time he had to seperate thos mudokon conjoined twins into five pieces...well, actually that was kind of fun; but Sven on karioki night, now THAT was scary!). Han's arm was no longer there. But in its place was something that would later save both his and Sven's lives. A twig. That's exactly correct. Hans', being a species unfimiliar to the scientists had unfimiliar parts. The doctors looked desperately for his arm after the accident in the street, but only found what they THOUGHT was this things arm. In fact, it was only a twig broken from a nearby tree during a rainstorm.
Hans yanked at it. It didn't come off. He yanked again, this time with more anger. Still, it sustained its position on his elbow.
"WHY ODD WHY?!" he screamed. Someone walking down the hall outside the room he was in heard him. The door began to creak open.