Now, usually injuries never bothered Jabber. After all, he was a masochist at heart, and enjoyed all the pain he recieved.

However, this was different. It was agonizing. Hell, it was a broken rib! Why wouldn't it be completely soul-crushing?

The fact that he was laying there like some half-dead lab rat didn't seem to bother him. Why would he care, anyways? This was the Ground, it didn't matter if one was rich, poor, or pathetic. Here, strength mattered.

Unfortionately for Jabber, he didn't necessarily have any strength right now, and the Cleaners could finish him off right now if they really wanted to. He felt pathetic in every way.

As a raider, as a human, as a person. It was pathetic, seeing himself be down like this. At this rate, the broken rib was the least of his issuez. All he could do was beg for the Cleaners to leave him alone, which hadn't quite been their plan anyways.

"J-just go.. please! Ghh.." he managed to say as he suffered on the dusty ground, groaning slightly.