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[saveyourserpent]

[Liquid considered just using text for a message, but who needs to bother with that, huh? So here he is, looking into the camera, and while he seems a little annoyed, it's not much.]

So, now that we're confined to slightly less exciting adventures...

Who wants to bet on the next horrible thing making its way around? My entirely hypothetical money's on whatever that 'flesh goo' nonsense is.

[He might be slightly bored.]

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[brokeassgoing]

I'll raise ya that flesh eating goo's gonna turn into a man eating blob for $15. Hypothetically.

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[saveyourserpent]

I like the sound of that. Perhaps it will grow to the size of a house, hm?

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[brokeassgoing]

I'm guessing it'll be T-rex sized and wanna start munching buildings to start.

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[saveyourserpent]

We're going to have to film it, even as it destroys everything.

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[brokeassgoing]

Think we'll make a mint when the dust settles?

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[saveyourserpent]

Oh sure, definitely. Even if we're simply called for the cleanup efforts.

Not that I'd want to do much of that, though.

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[brokeassgoing]

I deal with enough literal shit daily, I'm good. And nothing annoying and living.

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[saveyourserpent]

Do you? Really? Are you sure?

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[brokeassgoing]

You're there sometimes, what do you think!

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[saveyourserpent]

I think yes, I'm there sometimes, you don't need to tell me.

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[brokeassgoing]

I try to forget.

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[petridish]

The people blaming us for this crap decide to get rid of the problem and kill us off.

[Serious or hyperbole? Who can say.]

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[saveyourserpent]

Harsh, yet believable. Seal off the exits and there's nowhere to hide.

[petridish]

It'd be easy to get their own people out through the Ingress if they wanted to avoid collateral damage.

[saveyourserpent]

Some paranoia is warranted.

It is always best to be prepared, after all.

[petridish]

It makes me miss the shuttles and random vehicles on the Moira.

[saveyourserpent]

Those were quite nice. We had a lot of vehicles for a bloody spaceship, didn't we?

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[nyxus]

It's not all that surprising. On my world there are giant blobs of goo called Flan, anywhere from five to twenty feet tall. They're tough as hell to kill. They aren't made of flesh but they're definitely gooey.

Gooey and angry.

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[saveyourserpent]

Flan? Like the dessert?

[That's one way to never look at something the same way again, that's for sure.]

What do they do? Get in the way, angrily?

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[nyxus]

Yeah, that's— actually not far from the truth!

[Nyx can't help laughing. It's a bright sound, genuine.]

They're almost impossible to fight with guns or swords. Sometimes they'll even suck your weapon into themselves. Magic works well on 'em though.

Is that what the flesh goo is like?

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[saveyourserpent]

I'm not entirely sure. I heard mention of it in regard to why we're grounded, but I admit I haven't quite been closely following it.

That sounds like the sort of thing it would be, though. I'm going to guess you can't punch it.

[nyxus]

[That makes him laugh again, as he's imagining someone trying to punch a Flan and getting sucked inside it's big nasty gelatinous body.]

...nope not the best strategy I wouldn't think. So the goo was brought back from the Asteroid, is that right? All of that was so confusing I didn't know what the hell was going on. I'm glad I didn't bring it back.

How embarrassing. [He's obviously joking around]

[saveyourserpent]

Good to know if I ever find myself running into one. But as for the goo issue... I didn't really bother going there anyway, so no one can blame me for that.

[No, he only went and caused trouble elsewhere, which isn't a big deal at all, nope.]

At least I know not to punch it, hm?

[nyxus]

Well I mean, you could try—

[He's trying not to laugh, smile, and talk at the same time but it's difficult!]

Maybe you punch better than me?

[saveyourserpent]

Oh, I don't doubt I do.

[He's definitely not keeping a straight face himself.]

Still, I'm going to guess it'd be a lost cause.