Junk
Katz knew her gang were good at finding junk. Scaving it, jurying it, e'en bashin' somethin' simple up. So when the Sisters 'ad ripped them out of a coggy fire to safety, well, you di' with what you 'ad. Big war up top was too big for us till e'ery hand was needed. Then it was tunnel fightin', nastiest stuff e'er, but the coggies din't really get thins changin' or not bein' their way. Didn't get a 'all bein blocked up and a sweet little boom box blowin' up all back to their slaggin' god.
Sisters said somet'in better was comin' an well...a-leas' the rush was right worth i'. Jenny Sax was keep'n eyes while we scaved new treds for the 'can, then there was the siren. Course, gettin' out aint right when there aint no out, and Moly 3s says we need to get to this depot? One locked up and scaved since we was nothin', but she was always right these days. Quick kiss to Erta, then they were goin', fas' as anytin'. Lucky to reach i' bu' we know luck like the back a-our 'ands. Erta and Moly 'ad it open quik an' shut quikr, Moly said there was the bad breath out. 'Ad to get to da system, said i' was for us an all. Popped open a 'atch an we were thru to th' guts. Said five diffrent thins needed juryin', got 'em all right an thins were fine as the jury started an' th' biggest boom ever hit. 'alf the gang were down, Moly pullin me to a door, sayin' one more thin needed doin', needed two. Was amazin' seein her do that as the bad breath got to us, Moly was almos' a cog till the end.
Big shiny thin's all alightn' erywhere an Moly was so proud. Gave her a kiss fer it, as the breath got worse, she saying thin's'd be ok. Can't tell her my side was slagged when we got 'ere, but why make a mess of it. Stil 'unno why 'Aut-oh-shu-thul-e-vak' wa' importan' bu...i' ain' bout th' end for some. I's 'bout us all now. An' fer once, thas' alright.