Olen chewed the stiff tail of a Grubb, it was cripsy and hard. Olen swallowed, without thinking how it would taste like, he just wanted to swallow down through his throut to his stomack, and done with. He raised one of his four fists.
"Done it!"
Olen didn't knew any Grubbs before, but he has seem in the more rural part of the city he came from. Olen felt a bit disgusted at what he ate, he seen those creatures with his own eyes, they're intelegent speices, they are, they can speak, they have their own sociality. But he wouldn't want to eat any of those critters , he thought.
"Nasty eatings" Olen shivverd "Don't you agree?" He said infront of the his robot.
Even thought it was just an object, it still had helped and surpported him.
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"For us, it's not about muscle bound characters with big guns. It's about little guys " ~ Lorne Lanning 15/02/2000 "We knew there were more of us out there, and were gunna find them!" ~ Abe
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