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Where do Sligs go to swear, sleep, scratch, smoke, and spit? Besides their workplace, that is. Why, the Slig Barracks, of course, where a Slig can be a Slig. Within these stained steel halls, Sligs can earn their Wings, and crawling Sligs can dream of supercharged pants of their very own. There’s ammo for everyone and live targets to spare, so bring the kids and make a day of it! |
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