Chapter Six

“Right then lads, let’s get rid of these horses and have something to eat.” said Trilikz, patting his stomach. “I’m starving.”

“Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing myself. I’m in serious need of some food.” said Molix, rubbing his stomach, which responded with a growl.

“Yeah, I could eat a horse.” boomed Org. “Present company not included of course.” he winked, this time speaking to the horses. Not that they understood much that is.

“I could kill for a slice of pie right now.” said Molix, smacking his lips and salivating like a rabid dog.

“Or a big, fat pile of chocolate doughnuts.” drooled Rollim, his eyes glazing over.

“Well I’m having Glubo's black bean chilli, none of that doughnut rubbish. That stuff's for woosies.” said Nuzuki, turning up his nose in contempt.

“What about you Trilikz? What you gonna have?” asked Molix.

“Spicy chicken wings, chips and a big old chunk of cheesecake, if they‘ve got it.” said Trilikz.

“Now there’s a soldier after my own heart.” boomed Org. “I'm having steak though. A nice big, juicy one with plenty of chips, four or five fried eggs, sausage, beans, fried tomatoes, a loaf of bread and boiled cabbage.”

“So you ain’t hungry then?” replied Trilikz.

The others smirked.

“Ha! You know me boys. Need to keep me strength up.” laughed Org, curling his arms and flexing his humongous biceps. “Wouldn’t wanna shrivel up and turn into a weakling.”

“I don’t think there’s much chance of you ever turning into a weakling.” said Trilikz.

“A fat git maybe.” quipped Nuzuki.

"What did you say?" snapped Org, laying his hand firmly on Nuzuki's shoulder.

“Come on, stop mucking about. Let’s get rid of these horses and have something to eat.” said Trilikz.

That said, they mounted their horses and rode to the stables, leaving them in the capable hands of Mowchow and his assistants, walking briskly to the cafeteria, each taking a tray, some cutlery and a mountain of food, (Rollim not included of course, Trilikz fetched him a bowl and filled it with chocolate doughnuts) before seating themselves at a lengthy table and devouring their food with relish.

“Damn this tastes good.” mumbled Org, chewing on a slab of rump, a handful of chips and a shovel full of boiled cabbage, all smothered in a half litre of ketchup.

“You’re telling me.” said Molix, filling his mouth with a wad full of pie, chips and beans.

“Not half as good as these though.” insisted Rollim, front legs plonked squarely in front of him, cheeks bulging, as he woofed down a pile of chocolate doughnuts.

“Ah don’t talk crap. The only thing worth eating here's my chilli.” gobbled Nuzuki. "Your woosie food ain’t fit for pigeon’s."

“Yeah whatever chilli bean breath. Tell it to someone who doesn’t have a sense of smell." said Rollim, knitting his brow incredulously.

"Yeah you could burn the beard off a barnacle with that breath.” Molix winced.

“Look who’s talking. You could wipe out an entire pig farm with yours. Besides this stuff’s nutritious, heats your blood and puts fire in your belly”

“And your arse too, I’ll bet.”

“Shut up Molix.” spat Nuzuki.

“It looks like someone scoffed half a bag of coal, squatted and took a dump on your plate.” teased Rollim.

“Yeah well yours looks like a horse got sick, farted and shot some weird crap on yours.”

“Ha ha ha!! Now that’s funny.” thundered Org, thumping the table like a body building alcoholic on steroids, having already devoured half his food.

“True though.” scoffed Nuzuki, putting especial emphasis on the word true.

“Hey I wonder how those two dirt bags’ll take it when they find out we locked them in the White City dungeons.” smiled Trilikz, changing the subject.

“I bet they’ll be over the moon… not. They’ll probably be clawing at the walls before long. They’ll certainly curse the day they messed with us, that’s for sure.” said Molix.

“Can’t say they didn’t deserve it.” said Org, who wasn’t in a sympathetic mood. Not for anyone from the Dark City at any rate.

“Too friggin right.” said Molix.

“They should count themselves lucky we didn‘t pound em to a pulp and turn em into pig food” said Nuzuki.

The soldiers broke into a unified chuckle.

“Ahh! I’m gonna sleep well tonight.” yawned Trilikz, as soon as they’d all stopped chuckling.

“I know I will.” mumbled Rollim, his face full of chocolate.

“Yeah me too.” yawned Molix.

“It’s all that chasing that did it.” said Org, polishing off his last remaining morsel of steak.