MA: What's that in the corner? What's that in the spotlight, losing it's religion? All right, so the puddle of sludge in the corner by some empty booze cubes doesn't have a religion. But there's something strange about it. You could swear you saw it move by itself. And you'd be right. It's not a puddle of sludge at all! It's one of the escaped multiversal monsters that are running loose. A Muk, to be specific. What now, Astrotrain?
What else do you do with goo?
He pokes it.
The tip of his finger is pulled into the sludge with a slightly affronted gurgle. To be fair, this goo is only about 4 foot high and 5 foot wide, much too small for giant train fingers to comfortably inhabit.
It sticks to him when he pulls back, bits of sludge seeping between his joints for the tasty garbage inside. The end effect is the whole beast hanging off his finger like a soupy bat.
“Gross. I think I’ll call you Booger.”
“Muuuuuk.”
