[Xavier]

reads Crig's story here:

Q: Have you ever encountered a Fleech? I just wanted a humorous answer.

Alf: I have not but I know a Slig who has, Crig?
Crig the Slig: Sure, once. It all happened back during Abe's Exoddus. I was working an outside patrol back then, and I spotted Abe one night. He was too far to shoot, and I would have just left him, but there was a reward, and I really wanted that new BlastMaster 350 dual-barrel alternating machine rifle. It's so sweet.
Anyway, I chased him through the gloom until I stumbled into a pit of Fleeches! Stupid of me, I know, but I was dreaming of that BlastMaster and how it'd make me big slig in the barracks. Instead, I was pants deep in hungry mouths with grippy tongues. Good thing I had my gun (don't leave home without it).
I opened fire on the little monsters, and I got most of them before the last one sucked me in. By the time I had fired my way out, it ate my arm off; that's why they call me "lefty". But I was lucky; you should talk to "no-nose" if you want to hear a real sad story