Da Green Tide
Deffdred
Bazdreg rolled over in his pit, fumbled around briefly and threw the first heavy thing he could lay his enormous claw on, through the window in the direction of the mek hut.. it clanged against the tin wall and for moment the noise from within stopped.
‘Shurrup dat bangin n’krumpin! I’z TRYIN ter get sum sleep!!
‘But Boss, itz nearly finished for yer!’ came the cry from within.
‘Finish it in da mornin yer zoggin gitz. I can ‘ardly see wot u’z made in da dark can I??’
Silence.
Bazdreg emptied the gas buildup in his bowels loudly in the direction of his Squig hound who was taking up far too much of the hides thrown over him. She snorted in her sleep briefly at the corrosive stench, and she and her master settled back down to a well earned and Squig beer fuelled sleep. He’d see what those crazy meks had made him in the morning…
Awesome work Sir, love the story!!