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[imsorryimissed]

I'm going slime hunting. If I don't return, Major, can you make sure Jak dies? Thank you.

[Oleg has his tableleg over his shoulder, a leash and a collar in a backpack and a tableknife in his pocket.

He is ready, motherfuckers, in all his eleven year old strength and glory to capture a slimeHe starts sneaking through the temple on Deck 13 with

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[elegante_slimes]

[A Dragon Slime has appeared! What will you do?]

[imsorryimissed]

[HIT THAT FUCKER WITH A BAT!

Oleg drops his flashlight and swings as hard as he can!]

Nngh!

[elegante_slimes]

[Woah that's a tough swing there!

The Dragon Slime does a barrel roll and chirps, flapping its wings.]

[imsorryimissed]

What? Nngh!

[Oleg can't believe it did a barrel roll! He starts swinging again and again, more to try and herd it back into a corner where he can smack it enough to maybe knock it onto the ground.

Try barrel rolling your way out of that!

... the table leg is really heavy, though, but Oleg grits his teeth and powers on, as much as a pre-teen can be said to power through anything.]

[missmimmi]

As, um, as... unlikeable Jak might be at the moment, Oleg, that really is not a nice thing to say. Over the comms, at least.

[You might start an angry mob]

The slimes are not dangerous, are they?

[electroniccrane]

[She chuckles. "If I don't come back, kill someone for me" is so damn cute on an 11 year-old.

The Major is the worst role model ever.]

Have fun, Oleg.

[lilyground]

Be carefulllllll! Some of the slimes are super dangerous! Can I go with you...?

[S-sob Oleg don't die.]