My name is Thomas. But nobody calls me that, so don't you either! People call me Thumper now, that is, people who don't call me nasty things.
It's probably harder for you knuckleheads to tell without the armour, but I'm part of Poison Jam. You can probably tell by my rippling muscles though, right? All of us in Poison Jam are pretty strong. We gotta be, what with the sewers and the armour and all.
It's pretty hard to move in all that armour stuff you know, takes a lot of energy. But you gotta look tough in this run down city, there's plenty of other guys out there who'd be happy to have your spot in the pecking order. I don't mind all the roaring stuff, it's real intimidating when it echoes in the sewers. It's just the armour that gets to me. It's damn heavy. One of the reason's we're so strong, lugging around all that metal all the time.
But hey, the babe Cube says is looks cool, and that's cool with me!
It took a hell of a lot of work to get the sewers sorted enough to we could hide in them without swimming. I don't like swimming in clean water, let alone the stuff down there. I don't think you would either, from the look of you.
We spend ages lugging stuff around to damn up the shit, and it was shit, built up good muscle tone though. The sewers are almost liveable now, thanks to us. Wouldn't want to live down there though.
For one thing there's that blasted Al. He wanders around on his four stumpy feet doing god knows what and why. Inta says he's looking for prey, but he's never made a move at us. Inta assures me though that us Poison Jam are slightly more foreboding than the average sewer rat.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, Inta is called Inta because he's an inta-lec-too-al. Damn it that's a hard word. Dunno just what it means, but Inta says he is one so that'll do. I think it means he's smart. Oh well, you gotta be smart to use big words.
Oh, and before you ask, the other guy's name, he's Baldie. No, seriously. That's his real name. Baldie. He knows for a fact that his Ma wasn't on the fresh air, you know? Like she was smoking something. Thing is, ya know, he is pretty much bald. Yeah, we're all a little short on hair, but Inta and me is by choice. Dunno how old Baldie is actually. He grumbles a lot about his back too.
At least it's always an ok temperature in the underground, it's a good place to go when it gets hot, but not for a swim though. sometimes it's even fairly warm when it's cold up above, and the warmth from the fires stay around.
But the best part about it is, it's not crowded at all. There's just the four of us down here, and that damn Al but he leaves us alone, whatever sort of reptile it thinks it is.
Wait a sec, there is something else running around down here. Some black dude, no hair, looks a bit like an alien. He's here one minute, gone the next, but he always comes back. Never hangs around to fight, but still hangs around. Usually with that damn Al. Hey, the reptiles can stick together as far as I care. They can share interests, like fish.
But Baldie doesn't like them here. He reckons we did all the work, why should they reap the benefits? I mean, what does the guy want to do? Build condos down here? No thanks, I like having all this space, even if most of it does smell like a fart.
I now the stuff floating around here ain't that good for us. Some of it's bound to be toxic, Inta says it could hurt us if we touch it. We tend not to touch it, but there's often stuff leaking or dripping. That's another reason to wear the armour. You know if it starts to dissolve to get out of there.
Maybe the sewers aren't such a great place to hang out, but it's not like we have a tree house. Heck, we don't even have a tree. When was the last time you saw a tree, eh?
Inta says at least the sewers are semi organic.
It's probably harder for you knuckleheads to tell without the armour, but I'm part of Poison Jam. You can probably tell by my rippling muscles though, right? All of us in Poison Jam are pretty strong. We gotta be, what with the sewers and the armour and all.
It's pretty hard to move in all that armour stuff you know, takes a lot of energy. But you gotta look tough in this run down city, there's plenty of other guys out there who'd be happy to have your spot in the pecking order. I don't mind all the roaring stuff, it's real intimidating when it echoes in the sewers. It's just the armour that gets to me. It's damn heavy. One of the reason's we're so strong, lugging around all that metal all the time.
But hey, the babe Cube says is looks cool, and that's cool with me!
It took a hell of a lot of work to get the sewers sorted enough to we could hide in them without swimming. I don't like swimming in clean water, let alone the stuff down there. I don't think you would either, from the look of you.
We spend ages lugging stuff around to damn up the shit, and it was shit, built up good muscle tone though. The sewers are almost liveable now, thanks to us. Wouldn't want to live down there though.
For one thing there's that blasted Al. He wanders around on his four stumpy feet doing god knows what and why. Inta says he's looking for prey, but he's never made a move at us. Inta assures me though that us Poison Jam are slightly more foreboding than the average sewer rat.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, Inta is called Inta because he's an inta-lec-too-al. Damn it that's a hard word. Dunno just what it means, but Inta says he is one so that'll do. I think it means he's smart. Oh well, you gotta be smart to use big words.
Oh, and before you ask, the other guy's name, he's Baldie. No, seriously. That's his real name. Baldie. He knows for a fact that his Ma wasn't on the fresh air, you know? Like she was smoking something. Thing is, ya know, he is pretty much bald. Yeah, we're all a little short on hair, but Inta and me is by choice. Dunno how old Baldie is actually. He grumbles a lot about his back too.
At least it's always an ok temperature in the underground, it's a good place to go when it gets hot, but not for a swim though. sometimes it's even fairly warm when it's cold up above, and the warmth from the fires stay around.
But the best part about it is, it's not crowded at all. There's just the four of us down here, and that damn Al but he leaves us alone, whatever sort of reptile it thinks it is.
Wait a sec, there is something else running around down here. Some black dude, no hair, looks a bit like an alien. He's here one minute, gone the next, but he always comes back. Never hangs around to fight, but still hangs around. Usually with that damn Al. Hey, the reptiles can stick together as far as I care. They can share interests, like fish.
But Baldie doesn't like them here. He reckons we did all the work, why should they reap the benefits? I mean, what does the guy want to do? Build condos down here? No thanks, I like having all this space, even if most of it does smell like a fart.
I now the stuff floating around here ain't that good for us. Some of it's bound to be toxic, Inta says it could hurt us if we touch it. We tend not to touch it, but there's often stuff leaking or dripping. That's another reason to wear the armour. You know if it starts to dissolve to get out of there.
Maybe the sewers aren't such a great place to hang out, but it's not like we have a tree house. Heck, we don't even have a tree. When was the last time you saw a tree, eh?
Inta says at least the sewers are semi organic.