Jonit Rypyi paused as he realized that he was becoming frustrated. There was no logic or order to the endless heaps of junk scattered around him. With a liberating grunt, he kicked at the nearest sloppy pile, booting that apparent trash from one side to the other. The deafening noise momentarily appeased him. A harsh, crabby voice shouted out at him.
|Immortality: The Metallic Doves by Vincent Pet|