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SIL is worried, very worried, which doesn't keep his reptilian skin in the best condition! Confined in a cold detention cell on the moon, awaiting a deportation hearing for trial on drugs offences on Earth, he faces a death sentence if the application is successful and he is found guilty.

And his employers at the Universal Monetary Fund aren't pleased either. Not at all.

As time runs out and friends desert him, SIL must use all of his devious, vile, underhanded, ruthless, and amoral business acumen to survive.

Can he possibly slime his way out of this one?
Transcript
00:00Welcome back, Envoy Sil.
00:03You can't do this, Mr. Sil!
00:10You are accused of introducing a hybrid cocaphaline drug commonly known as devil seed.
00:20After the sentence has been carried out, all that will remain of you, Sil, is a puddle of green slime.
00:27What is that?
00:30Cormadol will fall into a pleasant, if somewhat endless, sleep.
00:35Mistress Nile, what of her?
00:41She used her wiles, her beauty, to tempt me.
00:46If you have love for me, do not mention my name tomorrow.
00:53Show me the way to solve this deadly dilemma.
01:00If we are to save you, if I am to represent you in court, you must tell me how this
01:09whole sorry saga first began.
01:19Where does the truth lie?
01:23Hooray!
01:28What do you need to do?
01:30Take you go!
01:37американ
01:37bell
01:37You
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