... squish the thing with a large plate, but it just reformed. And then jumped on her. And then demanded her credit card.
Lisa decided that the only approach she hadn't tried would have to be effective, since nothing else was.
So she grabbed her manual, thumbed through it, and managed to choke out the first few words. As the grey sludge slowly crawled up her face, she said the release word.
The sludge exploded.
"Eww..." the young girl winced before running off.
The Scribe was not having fun. She was being accosted by three different sludge-food-things and even worse was the fact that her tea she had left on the table was mostly likely stone-cold. And full of grey, jiggly, slug-y stuff.
She caught sight of Lisa running off. "OK... break the spacetime continuum a little more-ow! getitoff!-or die of slug attacks..." she muttered to herself. The woman shrugged. "Lisa! Little help here!"
Lisa wordlessly tossed her a Christmas cracker and ran in the other direction, presumably to hand out more cracker.
The Scribe looked doubtfully at the small cardboard tube in her hand. A piece of gray stuff attack her pockets, yelling about money, and she finally gave up.
She somehow managed to get the grey things off her, and then she pulled the cracker open.
Evie shouted as she tried to pry the sentient sludge from her chest. "Gimme the cash!" the ball replied. "Huh?" the Fisherman said, bending down and examining the creature. "It speaks?" "Yeah, great, ... more