[TheKhanzumer]

Part Two:

Zero sauntered around the Monsaic inn and looked for things to occupy his time with. After many failed attempts the native mudokons had given up trying to get him to join their social group. But he appreciated their kindness and hospitality. They had allowed him to spend the last few days in there home. They were definitely not what he had expected. He bent over to pick up an Expresso cup someone had accidentally knocked on the ground. He never knew that most of the SoulStorm brews had actually been taken from ancient mudokon beverages.

He deposited the garbage into the fire burning in the middle of the hut and stood next to the warm flames. They danced on the logs, playfully destroying the wood. After spending time with the natives he had come to realize that the glukkons where the same as the fire. Their lives would be fun while they consumed the resources of Oddworld but eventually they would use them all up and then they would be extinguished along with the other inhabitants of Mudos.

Zero looked up at the sound of the huts bell being rung. Company? He walked over to open the door, standing aside so that the newcomers would not notice him.

“Hiya guys, I got some newcomers from the mines and figured that they could stay here for a while if it’s all right,” said the lively visitor.

The host agreed to let them stay in his inn. Zero looked at the newcomers, but his fellow freedmuds could not return the favor. They all had their eyes sown shut.