So you tried to fight off a gang of gootraxians by yourself. And I can give you a sticker for effort… but you got your ass BEAT. So naturally, you had to ru- I mean make a “TaCtIcAl ReTrEAt” to avoid getting either transfurred or turned into a bloody stain on some paws.

So to avoid getting your teeth kicked in… even more then they already were. As you ran away, you lock yourself in one of the various locker rooms, and hear banging on the door before… giving up. You sit down.

As you sit and look upward, slowly calming down, and getting ready to heal yourself up, you feel something land on your head. As you look around, it slides down your face into your lap. It was a Slimepup! It lands in your lap, turning around and looking at you.

”Bjork..!!”