OOC: Lacking a couple things to write, I'll add a quick update on one of my other characters
Sorry if the humour is crude, but that IS how Oddworld humour is after all
IC:
Gore stopped as the robot grabbed him. He suspected something along these lines would happen, but not for this reason. He glanced sideways to see the Mudokon. He nodded, slipped his tentacles free and lay low down to the floor, completely quiet and in the shade from view. He kept his eyes on the Mudokon, watching for what RG was pointing out.
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In the mental asylum, Vykker X was sleeping soundly in his small, padded cell. A banging on his door woke him up - back to the usual sounds of the mental asylum. Frantic screaming, and sometimes, singing unstitched interns. Vykker X had very nearly gouged his own ears out with his hands, but he'd gotten used to it eventually. He approached the door and the slit opened. He recognised the Slig instantly, wearing his earmuffs.
"Mr. X, it's time for your medication. Get out of here." The door was opened, and X was screaming. As he did every time he had to take his medication. He was dragged out by the Big Bro, across the halls and to the medical room. He was slammed roughly to the table and held down. He began to sob at the sight of the box... or rather, crate, for his medicine. It reads:
"Vykker X's XXL Suppository, for XXL Headaches." He cried some more, the irony adding extra spice to his apt punishment. The Big Bro pulled the huge pill from the crate - which easily filled his huge hands. He cried some more. There were some things even a Vykker couldn't get used to.