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Lol, leet slig.  The fic seems fun, it just needs.....Uhhhh.... To be updated more often. |
I realize that it needs to be updated more often. I have the entire story written down in a notebook, but I'm just too damn lazy to get it all online. I'll probably throw another update or two on tonight.
EDIT: Sorry about the bizarre letter spacing at times. I'm copying the story from notepad. BTW, I seem to have misplaced my notebook. Aw, shucks, I'll just start from scratch, I guess.
Part II: The Brewery
Section I: Arrival
Bob had been sleeping for almost 2 days now. He woke up to be very suprised, not having
a cup of tea next to his bed, but instead being in a Loading Dock, shoved in a box nestled
inside a FeeCo Train.
"Dang, this place is pretty swanky." stated Bob as he looked at the big sign in neon lights
located in front of him saying, 'Welcome to New SoulStorm Brewery! We hope you enjoy your
stay here, as you'll be here for the rest of your life."
A Big Bro marched over to the box that contained Bob, and picked it up. Being a Big Bro,
he did this quite easily.
"Hey, Boss, where do I put these dirty little shmucks?" asked the Big Bro to Slig #1337,
who was polishing his shotty.
"Hmm...", pondered Slig #1337. He pointed to a dark corner in the Docks, and said, "Throw
'em over there."
Before Slig #1337 was about to say "Not literally, of course," the Big Bro threw the container
with all of his might directly into the corner. As the box impacted into the corner, it shattered
with a loud crack that you'd normally hear when a Scrab snaps it's spine after a hideously long fall.
Several Sligs armed with wooden batons dashed over to the mudokons, who were currently trembling
in the corner, horribly scared of this new world, and shouted, all in unison, "Freeze!"
Slig #1337 struted over and said, "At ease. You all act like ravonous Paramites going after
the first meal they've had in several weeks."
Slig #1337 gave Bob a devious look and snickered, "Oh boy, you're going to be in for it pretty soon.
Just you wait. You'll slip up once, and I'll toss you into the Tear X-Tracter for 10 hours straight.
It will be a pleasure to see the pain on your face, I'm sure of it."
The tyrant of a leety Slig gave Bob a toothbrush and shouted, "Scrub this floor clean! When I return
in one hour, I expect it to be spotless! Understood?"
Bob nodded yes, still shaking from when he was tossed hundreds of feet into the air, as the leety
slig goose-stepped away.
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Section II: Molluck
Slig #1337 stepped into the Tear X-Tracter Chamber, and almost fell right out of his pants at the
site of the previous overlooker of RuptureFarms, Molluck.
The leety Slig quickly gathered himself together in a professional matter, and said to Molluck,
"Why, Boss, what a pleasant suprise to see you! Where have you been?!"
"Many places," said Molluck, "Of what places doesn't concern you."
"Why, of course, Boss!" responded a still suprised Slig #1337.
Once you got past his Sligs Bond-styled tuxedo, (Sligs Bond is every slig's favorite secret agent)
Molluck looked like a mess. His face was covered in nasty scars from the explosion of RuptureFarms,
and his eyes didn't have that strange glow that most Glukkon eyes usually have.
"What can I get for you, Oh Honorable Master?" questioned 1337.
"Abe. Bring me Abe." said Molluck.
"Yes sir! Right away, sir!" replied 1337 as he dashed out of the room to go hunt down Abe.
Moments later, 1337 returned with that dasterdly blue terrorist.
"So we meet again, Abe," said Molluck, "It seems that you are still causing too much trouble for
the Cartel. For that, you shall face a fate worse than death. Do you know what that is?"
"I don't know." said Abe, making his signature confused pose while doing so.
"Bring him to the Extermination Room, on the double. Make him kill his own race. In 4 hours, report
back to the Tear X-Tracter Chamber and we'll continue from there."
"Yes sir," said 1337, who looked at Abe and said, "Oh baby, you are in for it."
To Be Continued...
Oddworld: Bob's Oddysee (Warning: Fowl Language)
