[Latamire_Munch]

Drogin was a slig who worked for a Glukkon named Teelk. Drogin was a good worker, he obeyed his master and never did anything to upset him. But Teelk was always upset with him, not because of Drogin’s work habits, but because of his deformity. (flashback sound) Drogin had been born as a midget. Skillya, the slig queen, demanded that the runt be terminated immediately. But as she gave this command, a desperate Glukkon came looking to hire sligs.

“I need some, badly, maybe about ten or more!” Teelk had said to the Glukkon in charge of hiring sligs.

“Hey, ever since this Abe guy’s been goin’ around and ruining the business, sligs are in high demand! We don’t got no more!”

Teelk noticed the tiny little slig grub and said, “What about that one?”

“It’s deformed, we’re going to kill it.”

“No,” Teelk stopped him, “I’ll take it, a small slig is better than no slig.”

The Glukkon shrugged, trying not to laugh at the poor shmuck. “Alright, take him.”

While being followed by the midget slig, Teelk felt embarrassed as all the other Glukkons laughed and pointed at him. Teelk rushed onto the train, making it hard for the pantless slig to keep up.

As they reached Teelk’s factory-in-progress, Teelk showed the slig his new home. A small room with three sleeping bags inside.

Teelk called, “Crank! Get ova’ here and get this newbie a bag, pants and a mask.”

“Yessir!” Crank replied.

As Crank turned to see the new slig, he cried, “Woah! What’s wrong with him, boss?”

“He’s a runt. We’ll call him Drogin. Now do as I said!”

The big metal door was shut, locking Drogin inside. It was completely dark. He couldn’t see a thing. Drogin jumped as the door was swung open again. Crank threw in a sleeping bag, a mask and a bucket of pants parts along with an instruction manual.

Before Crank shut the door again, he told Drogin that the normal pants were to big for his puny body, so he had to make his own. Drogin reached for his mask, stuck his snout through and put it over his eyes. He could see now. It was all red, but at least he could see. He hung his sleeping bag next to the others and began to look at the instruction manual for his pants.

After a full day of working on nothing but putting his pants together, he finally finished. Leaning the pants against a wall helped him climb in easier. It was a comfortable fit. He hooked the wires from his mask to the pants so he could control them with his mind. Drogin was wobbly at first, but soon got used to the artificial legs. Suddenly, the door swung open and hit Drogin, knocking him back out of his pants. Crank and two other sligs walked in.

“Holy crap, he is small.” One said.

The other just laughed and pointed.

Crank shook his head and took down Drogin’s sleeping bag and hung it on the other side of the room.

“Grubs sleep over here.” He chuckled.

Then he and the other two went to sleep in their own bags.

To be continued…