| rdfs:comment | - Plekk knew his duty would revolve around protecting the island from the impending doom that was to come soon. Being a Toa, he also knew that killing was to be restrained. Gripping his plasma-bolt rifle, the Toa was getting ready to show up at the local bank to stop a hold up that was occuring between a thug and a Matoran. Casting his hand down the stalk, Plekk was ready. Nothing would get in his way other than himself. The whole island had been engulfed with smoke from the surrounding fires that surrounded the area these days. With his black armor glinting, Plekk adjusted his rifle's strap onto his broad shoulders. The road was not a long one, but it seemed to grow by half a bio every day; it was a road he travelled often. A small Matoran, likely a thug, approached the Toa to ask for money
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| abstract | - Plekk knew his duty would revolve around protecting the island from the impending doom that was to come soon. Being a Toa, he also knew that killing was to be restrained. Gripping his plasma-bolt rifle, the Toa was getting ready to show up at the local bank to stop a hold up that was occuring between a thug and a Matoran. Casting his hand down the stalk, Plekk was ready. Nothing would get in his way other than himself. The whole island had been engulfed with smoke from the surrounding fires that surrounded the area these days. With his black armor glinting, Plekk adjusted his rifle's strap onto his broad shoulders. The road was not a long one, but it seemed to grow by half a bio every day; it was a road he travelled often. A small Matoran, likely a thug, approached the Toa to ask for money. Each and every day, Plekk had to restrain his hate for the little beggars with weapons. "Back off, thuggee. You've asked me all week, and every time is no." Plekk fiddled with his rifle. "Hey, hand over the cash! I need money for a meal." the thug blurted. "No! I know you are just gonna take it, go get drunk, then come back and beg for more." The thuggee looked up, said nothing, and lifted his club.
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