Chapter 9: The first years working
Slaga didn't enjoy working at Gertian's Brew, but he thought it was a good chance at setting free mudokkons. When he was hired, he was put to work on a chainsaw. He was given lessons on how to use it. When he started, he was very nervous. It was wierd when he cut down a tree. Every time he would do it, he would feel a powerful aching in his soul. A painful yet strange feeling.
He had realized the mudokkons never had days off. Also mudokkons could never ever slack off. If a slig saw a mudokkon slacking off of his or her work, he or she would be tazed and beaten with a nightstick. It was a good thing that Slaga let the mudokkons slack off. He had also realized other things, too. Nobody in the factory celebrated eachother's birthday. That was a good thing for Slaga though. If he told Gertian that it was his 8th birthday, he would kick Slaga out of the factory, never getting a chance to work there ever again.
After a few years working in the woods, Slaga was promotied to walk around the factory and watch the mudokkons work. This was a very good thing for Slaga. It would be a nice chance to free them or let them slack off of their work. But he didn't do that just yet. He needed to wait until the time was right, which could take a long time. Soon, all the mudokkons will run in the forest and the glukkons and sligs will be crushed.
EXTRA CHAPTER!!!
Chapter 10: Slaga gone mad
Slaga was now 10. Word had gone out that new sligs were getting hired. 'Must be evil sligs as ushual,' thought Slaga. The new sligs came out of Gertian's office. "I like your attitudes, boys!" Exclaimed Gertian. "We're happy to work here." Replied one of the sligs. There were 3 sligs following another one. Finally, Slaga had a horrid flashback. He could see himself, pointing a gun at a dummy of a mudokkon with kids saying, "do it! Do it! Do it!" Slaga was back in reality. "It can't be." Said Slaga to himself.
The 3 sligs were hired with the same job Slaga had. Every time the sligs were near, Slaga would always hide. The 3 sligs killed 5 mudokkons alltogether everyday. Gertian did not worry about that. Slaga was pondering why. Well, there were 2 reasons.
The first one was that the factory had over 5,000 mudokkons in it. About 45 are killed in the factory every day, though. The next reason was that he had 30 new mudokkon slaves come in every day. When the factory was running low on mudokkons, they would tell all the sligs not to shoot them for a short period of time. If they shot one during that period, the slig would be fired.
Something bad had happened that one day when the sligs were hired. At sunset they had spotted Slaga. "Hey, your that kid!" Exclaimed one of the sligs. "Kid? What kid?" Asked Slaga. He was quickly trying to cut the conversation. "That kid that couldn't even shoot a dummy of a mudokkon." Said another slig. They had all joined in an insult chant that kept saying, "wierdo! Wierdo! Wierdo! Wierdo!" Slaga fell to the gorund grabbing his head. Finally, Slaga could not take it anymore. "Shut up!" He yelled as loud as he could. Slaga grabbed his gun and shot the 3 sligs.
There was slilence. Deadly silence. All the sligs were looking at him. Gertian stepped out of his office and saw the 3 sligs dead. "Slaga. Did you do this?" Asked Gertian. "Yes." Replied Slaga softly. "I'm not going to fire you. I'm going to give you 5 months in prison." Said Gertian. Two sligs grabbed Slaga and carried him away. Slaga could believe himself. Was this his darkside? What caused this? "Back to work." Ordered Gertian as he walked away. The sligs had went back to work. Silently.
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