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09-29-2002, 01:15 AM
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Kesiah
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: Jun 2002
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Oddworld Chapter 9: Separation anxiety

*gasp* Replies....need......replies.........
*passes out*
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Munch stared up at the two really, really big Big Bro Sligs.
"Hi?" He said hopefully.
The Big Bro's stared at him, then one of them reached down and grabbed his leg.
"Hey! Let go! Help!!!!!" Munch yelled frantically. It didn't occur to him that this would probably just bring more Sligs running. But, to Munch's great surprise, the Big Bro mearly dropped him on the ground. Surprised, Munch flipped himself onto his leg and looked at the two Big Bros. The were totally ignoring him, concentrating their interest on the bag he had been hiding in.
"Look at da, da, Moolah." One said. The other, who was slightly larger, started pulling out huge handfuls of Moolah and gloating over them.
"Preetty..." It slurred. The first Big Bro seemed to be thinking, Munch was fascinated, he could actually see his tentacles moving in time with the thoughts. After several minutes, the Big Bro seemed to reach a decision, and it turned out to be a relatively simple one, as far as Big Bro's go. It grabbed it's gun, and hit the other Big Bro with it. Of course, this meant an all-out battle, the Big Bro's hitting, punching, and eventually shooting each other, with Munch hiding behind a barrel, having confiscated the bag of Moolah.
The fight reached a peck when one of the Big Bros did some serious damage to the other, and Munch realized it was probably not a good idea to hang around.
*I'm outta here!* He thought, making a break for the nearest exit while the Big Bros fought. *Well, I have the Moolah, now I just have to find Abe.*
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"Come in." Queenie called, knowing full well who knocked on her door. Turning, she saw the strange blue Mudokon she had flirted with in the bar.
"Vhy......hello." She said, fluttering her eyelashes.
Abe gulped frantically, "Hi.......I got your letter...." He said.
Queenie smiled seductively. "Vell, I need to talk to you, privately." She said softly.
"Vhat...I mean, what about?" Abe asked.
Queenie motioned to him to close the door. "Just let me slip into something a little more comfortable....." She said when Abe had closed the door.
Abe's eyes widened as Queenie slid behind a dressing screen. *What does she mean? What's this Slig want with me?*
He looked around nervously at the room. Posters of Queenie were attached to the walls, a large mirror dominated another wall, pots of various creams and liquids decorating an elaborate dresser underneath the mirror. There were clothes, heeled shoes and....false eyelashes? all over the place.
Abe spun around at the sudden movement behind him, standing there was......Queenie? Was it her? She looked just like a normal Slig, pants, gun and all. "Huh?" Abe said.
Queenie looked at him. "Well, what else do you think would be comfortable?" She moved over to a chair, motioning for Abe to sit in another one.
"Brew?" She asked.
"Um...No! No....um, thanks..." Abe stuttered.
Queenie sighed. "Look, I knov vho you are, Abe. No need to look shocked, the average Slig vouldn't notice at first, but I got a good, long, look. I'm going to help you. I sav who sviped you Moolah, and I can tell you vere they are. But I vant you to do something for me...."
Abe stared at her. "What?"
Queenie smiled.
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Meanwhile........

*Abe had better be in a lot of trouble!* Munch thought. *Or else I'm gonna throw him into a meat grinder!!*
The continuos running, hiding and dashing from hiding place to hiding place was beginning to get to Munch. Gabbits were not intended to hop everywhere, especially for long periods of time, and Munch was beginning to regret this whole can opener idea.
He had managed to learn some helpful information. By bribing some Sligs with Moolah, he had not only convinced them he was not a Gabbit, but was able to find out the Abe had apparently been captured by the Glukkon head of McGlukkies. Munch could only guess how that had happened, and what they intended to do to him.
*What I need is a short cut to the head McGlukkies branch.....* Munch thought. *Like a cargo ship, but where can I find one of those?*
With a sigh, Munch hissed at a passing Slig, calling him into the alleyway. Grabbing a fistful of Moolah, he shoved it at the Slig and said:
"I'm not a Gabbit. You have not seen me. Now, can you tell me how to get to the head McGlukkies branch in the area?"
The Slig stared at the Moolah, did a quick equation concerning weapons and their values, and smiled.
"Keep going straight until you see a Soulstorm Brew vending machine, then go left and keep going, You can't miss it." He said.
Munch nodded and set off.
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Well, Munch and Abe are now looking for each other, but not getting very far, no can openers have been seen yet, and this whole thing seems to be a waste of time! Oh well, I'm over it.
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