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KNEE-DEEP

Gurg O'Toole woke up with what appeared to be the sound of a gurgling liquid. It was annoying, a loud and repetitive "SLOSH, SLOSH, SLOSH" sound that didn't seem to stop. What were his parents doing?

The O'Tooles lived a humble life. They had been run-of-the-mill farmers for generations, and Gurg wouldn't want it any other way. In this kingdom you either lived farming or died by the sharp edge of a sword while fighting in the name of the king.

Gurg had developed some muscle as a result of working hard at the farm, but he was too small and scrawny to be a warrior. The young O'Toole had short black hair and brown eyes, nothing too special about his face. Or about his clothes either, just some plain white shirt and brown pants he had inherited from his father that were two sizes too big.

The annoying "SLOSH, SLOSH, SLOSH" sound continued and Gurg struggled to open his eyes. The rooster hadn't even sung yet so it had to be before dawn. It was too early to get up, even for a farmer like him.

Still, that sound worried him for some reason. There was something very alarming about it, but he couldn't point his finger at why.

When Gurg removed the bedcovers and put his bare feet on the floor was when the nightmare began. He stepped on something squishy and slimy but when he lifted his feet to check what was under them, there wasn't anything.

Puzzled, Gurg put his feet on the floor again and realized that the squishy and slimy thing wasn't under his feet. Rather, the unknown sensation seemed to come from his own feet!

"What the...?" He wanted to check the soles of his feet once again but he was surprised to find his feet were now stuck into the floor. It was like stepping on quicksand. Gurg felt himself sinking into the floor but the wooden floor was hard and dry.

"Is...is this some sort of wizardry?!" Gurg stood up from the bed but his weight only made his legs sink even lower.

With great difficulty, Gurg managed to take one step forward. He looked down and saw a few water drops where his feet had been previously glued to.

But they weren't his sweat, they were slimy droplets of a pinkish color...

When Gurg looked at his right foot and noticed some holes in it he realized that those pink droplets of liquid were, in fact, remains of his own flesh.

The young O'Toole screamed with horror. His feet were melting!

He panicked. He had to tell his parents about his strange condition, but with every step he took the more his feet dissolved along the way.

Yet, he had to walk quickly. If he stood still for a long time, his feet became glued to the floor once again.

He tried to not look back at the trail of pink liquid that he was leaving behind every step. He tried not to think about how every single step he made reshaped his melting feet into an amorphous mess.

Gurg felt something detach from the tip of his feet. He looked down and saw his toenails on the floor. His toes were squished and fused together by now and his nails had fallen off.

The boy wondered how long would it be until he had no feet at all. Would he keep melting? He hoped not!

He didn't find his parents inside their bedroom, but he could hear the sloshing sound coming from the kitchen so he decided to go there.

Gurg crossed the long hallway heading towards the kitchen. By the time he arrived he was no longer walking. He just slided as if he were ice-skating. It was much less tiring than getting the deformed end of his legs stuck on the floor with every step.

When he got into the kitchen he found his mother's dress laying on top of a chair. That was strange, she was usually obsessive about the laundry and cleanliness.

However someone was very indifferent about Grug's confused state. His cat Spots that is. He purred and stretched like any other day, expecting his young master's morning treats.

"Not now, Spots. I'm busy."

The cat meowed and ran elsewhere. Gurg was disgusted when he discovered a yellow puddle just where the cat had been sitting.

He quickly scrubbed off the small puddle with a dirty disposable handkerchief that he unceremoniously tossed into the garbage bin before leaving the kitchen. Telling his parents about his condition was important but not pissing off his mother was even more so.

The annoying sloshing sound was now coming from the dining room. Maybe he'd find his mother mopping the floor there like any other day. He'd tell her about his condition and they'd pay a visit to the local priest or doctor, depending on if he was suffering from a curse or a disease. By this time tomorrow, Gurg would be good as new, and he'd be working in the farm helping his father.

But what he found in the dining room instead felt devastating to the poor kid.

He saw the discarded clothes of his father. And next to it, a puddle of blue slime. The monstrosity was making unintelligible gurgling and sloshing sounds.

"This... This is what it made that strange sound...?" Gurg came closer to the slime and examined it more thoroughly.

He saw a mouth in the puddle. It was screaming. It was hard to see, but you could make out some facial features among the mess...

"Oh lord, no... It can't be...!" Gurg was devastated. Here, in front of him, was what remained of his dad.

"This has to be a nightmare... Father, what the hell happened to you?! Who did this...?!"

The slime tried to move. Gurg looked at the hollow eye sockets of his dad and for a second it seemed like the slime had noticed him and tried to say something but the already blurry facial features dissolved completely when he tried to do so and the only thing Gurg could heard of his father's last words was the sound of a gooey bubble exploding.

Gurg fell on his knees in despair. He was gone. His father, a humble farmer that wouldn't hurt anybody, was gone. Only a blue puddle remained slowly drying up on the floor.

The boy sobbed uncontrollably. "Why? Who on Earth would do something like this?"

But maybe falling on his knees hadn't been the best course of action, because now the lower part of his leg was stuck on the floor. His legs weren't just melting anymore, they were oozing blue goo now.

Then Gurg realized it. His dad hadn't turned into a slime immediately. It had been a slow, gradual process. Judging by the trail of drying goo and the positioning of his discarded clothing, his feet had melted first, then his legs and all the way up until only his head remained. This meant that...

"...He woke up with the exact same condition as I have."

A sense of impending doom filled Gurg. His dad was a puddle on the floor and he was bound to suffer the same fate...

The confusion, the panic, the helplessness....

The terror, the pain, the suffering...

The slow, painful, and undignified death...

Everything his father had experienced up until his demise, was about to happen to him...

As the boy lamented his father and his own situation, a faint sloshing sound could be heard coming from inside the blue puddle of slime. Gurg wondered if his father was still alive and trying to cheer on his son or rather his liquefied corpse had just soiled itself postmortem.

WAIST-DEEP

Whatever the case, the blind and deaf puddle on the floor wasn't in its best condition to save Gurg. The boy would have to seek help himself if he wanted to remain alive.

Gurg managed to stand up, but he was already melting up to his knees. He had no idea how much time he had left until he ended up like his father. He lamented not being able to keep searching for his mother but he needed to act fast.

He just hoped his mother was somewhere safe.

The young man headed towards the stable and put the saddle on his horse. From the rooftop Spots watched his master leave, the cat as calm as always. The feline was playing with a new toy, a stray human eyeball he had found in the dining room earlier in the morning. The blue goo below it had cried in pain when the cat took it, but the cat couldn't care less.

As Gurg was heading towards the town on top of his horse droplets of goo were melting off from his feet leaving a blue trail behind. Gurg tried his best not to think about the fact that those tiny droplets used to be part of him.

The rural town was usually bursting with activity at this hour but when the melting young man arrived it was eerily silent. The bakery, usually filling the air with a sweet aroma early in the morning, was still closed. Equally silent were the butcher shop and most strange of all the marketplace.

"Hello? Anybody in there?" Asked Gurg as his horse approached one of the numerous stands. Wares were laid up nicely in all the stands, but there weren't any angry customers fighting over the best deals. In fact, there was no one over the other side of the counters either. Young Gurg could've stolen all the merchandise and there would be absolutely no witnesses but he was too much of a nice person to do that and besides, he was in a race against time.

Is is possible that everyone in town had been affected by this strange curse? The town streets were definitely humid and slippery, then again it had rained last night. Gurg just hoped he wasn't too late to save himself. The boy looked down and was horrified to see that there was not much left of his legs by now. He had two stumps that didn't even had kness. It wouldn't be long before he suffered the same fate as his poor father, now drying silently on the dining room floor.

Gurg kicked his horse with his tiny stumps, commanding it forward. The church wasn't too far away, he just had to go past the blacksmith's, turn right and...

"AAAAAARRRRGHHHH!!!"

The yell came out of nowhere. Gurg's horse became startled and lifted its front legs. The boy was a great rider but the slippery melting stumps he had for legs made him slide off the saddle too easily.

"Oww!" Cried Gurg as his tiny frame impacted against the ground. He could see his horse running away from his grasp. "Curses...!"

The hit hadn't helped Gurg's legs either. When Gurg tried to stand up and walk it was like trying to waddle through inexistent water.

"ARRGGHH!" Yelled again the voice. "OH, GOD, WHY GOD, WHY?!"

The voice came near the blacksmith's main door. All around the entrance there were lots of birds perched up, looking down with interest. And below all those menacing birds there was a brown puddle shaking like jello.

Gurg then realized he recognized the voice: it was the town's blacksmith! Previously a dark-skinned mountain of a man bursting with muscle and old war scars, now he had been reduced to a brown-colored slime. His voice, a deep baritone, had never sounded so vulnerable and scared.

"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU RATS! I WON'T LET YOU HAVE IT! IT'S MINE! MINE! GO AWAY!" The brown slime said through its still-intact human lips. Those lips were just floating on the brown slime, without a face to be attached to.

"Mr. Blacksmith! It's me, Gurg O'Toole! You've been cursed too?!" Gurg asked to the brown mess.

"YOU UGLY BASTARDS...! Uh?" From the depths of the brown mess two eyeballs emerged. There were no eyelids on them, making them look like monstrosities even though they were perfectly human. They looked at the boy. Then the slime's lips appeared. "O'Toole's son? And you're not affected by this goddamned curse?" The eyeballs seemed to have recovered a spark of hope, and with it, sanity. Gurg even noticed a small glint of a smile on the lips, but considering they were floating on top of the eyes and not below them like a regular face he was still grossed out.

"Unfortunately, I'm melting as well..." Said Gurg pointing to his lower half. "When I found my father he had been completely melted already and my mother's nowhere to be found." Gurg paused for a bit, still affected by his father's demise. "Is this... condition, shared by the rest of town?"

The eyeballs of the former blacksmith looked grimmer, but they still had hope in them. "Yes, all of us woke up with this curse, but the priest claims that he has a plan to reverse it, and I trust him. But he says that we must keep ourselves together."

"You mean, we must keep calm?"

"No, we must ACTUALLY keep all out body parts together. Anything you lose, it's lost forever. I wouldn't be waving that prick around for all the world to see if I were you."

The boy suddenly felt cold below the waist and when he looked down he saw why: his stumps had melted completely and now there was nothing that kept his peasant's shorts in place... nor his undergarments.

"Crap!" Gurg covered up his groin in shame. He was sure that his genitals were the next thing to melt.

The brown puddle kept explaining. "First thing I did in the morning was to try to put on my boots. Big mistake, it was like falling down a pit. I melted instantly up to my thighs just like you are right now..." The slime crept closer to Gurg, his eyeballs scanning the boy up and down. "But your body seems to be relatively put together... Maybe youngins like you are the last to dissolve..." The slime sighed as he remembered the youthful and courageous soldier he used to be. "You should help the priest carry out his plan! The priest and his apprentices need everything they can get hold of! You're the town's only hope!"

"I promise I will. But won't you come as well?"

"No can do, kid. I'm on guard duty."

Gurg was dumbfounded. "On guard duty? Protecting what?"

"Isn't it obvious?! Myself!" Cried the brown goo. "Those darn birds ate my kidneys, my lungs and even my fucking heart. But no, I won't let them have this..."

Gurg then noticed the slime had something else buried between its depths. It kind of looked like a third eyeball, but...

"Is that a...testicle?" Asked Gurg, already knowing the answer.

The two eyeballs floating around started fidgeting, gazing everywhere. "Hehehehe... They fucking think they'll take it, but it's MINE! When they took my right one just a moment ago that was just them being lucky. Hear me out birdbrains, my legacy doesn't stop here... As long as I have this, I can make momma proud!!!"

The slime recoiled into himself and tried his best to harden, hiding the few organs he had left within his depths. "Hehehe." The blacksmith gurgled through his own surface. "I'm safe. As long as I don't move, I'm safe. Everything will be absolutely alright. I'm human. I can survive."

Gurg tried to convince the pool of brown goo about the tiny fact that his transparent liquid body did nothing to hide his vital organs from the hungry beaks of the birds, but as he suspected there wasn't much sanity left on the former blacksmith's mind. It was like talking to an actual puddle of mud.

The boy had no alternative. He had to get to the town priest if he wanted a chance at survival. Feeling powerless and clenching his fists, he waddled through the street waist-deep but making sure his melting genitals never touched the floor.

A crow cried. As if it were a superior giving orders, the rest of the birds launched themselves towards the now lone brown puddle, his beaks piercing through the soft and rubbery skin that did nothing to protect its internal organs.

Gurg tried his best not to look back. The muscular and proud blacksmith, a former soldier that defended the kingdom, was now bird food.

The boy suppressed a tear. Behind his back, a few tiny malnourished birds were fighting themselves over the least appetizing of the slime's organs: a left testicle.

NECK-DEEP

The boy couldn't believe it, was he really the only hope for the town? He hoped the priest hadn't dried off just yet...

The small church wasn't too far but without the lower half of his body Gurg's pace was literally a slow crawl. There was nothing below his buttocks and manhood by now, not even small stumps, and crawling was less painful than crushing his balls against the floor constantly.

The downside of this was that his belly seemed to be losing consistency faster. The boy lifted his raggy shirt for a moment and was disgusted to find that his belly was now made of blue translucent goo and that his navel had been lost somewhere along the road.

The herculean task of crawling through the streets was only made more discouraging by all the multi colored puddles Gurg kept seeing. He could only imagine the panic the former humans had been through as their bodies suddenly began to melt, some of them having their organs devoured by street rats, others falling through the sewage system until they fused with the town's waste and a few of them becoming crazy after being unable to keep their own organs on themselves.

But Gurg fought hard to keep his hopes up. The blacksmith said the priest had a plan. It'll work. It had to.

When the half-melted boy arrived at the church's gates he had to stop to catch his breath. His arms hurt from all the crawling. But this wasn't the time to be weak. He was almost there!

Grasping at the metal doorknobs on the gates wasn't easy, but Gurg managed to use them to knock twice and then...

*Snap!*

To Gurg's horror, his right arm had detached away from his body with a painful sound. He watched, his mouth agape, as his detached human arm remained up there hanging from the doorknob in silence for a few seconds until finally the fingers gave up on it and his arm fell towards the floor. Yet when his limb impacted against the floor it didn't make a thumping noise but a splashing sound.

"No...!" The boy looked at the blue puddle of goo his arm had turned into. He tried to pick up the squishy pieces with his left hand and stick them on his empty right shoulder but he only managed to pick up a few of them. The rest floated away from his reach and fell through a nearby drain.

Gurg looked at what he had left of a right arm in horror. It was just a tiny blue stump that he could slightly wave around.

"No!" He cried. "No! NO! I was so close! I can't die here, this isn't how my life ends!"

Gurg punched the gates with his left fist, his face full of tears. "Please! Open up! PLEASE!!!" The boy cried. He felt so powerless and alone. "There has to be someone in there!!!"

The gates suddenly pried open and Gurg stumbled face-first inside the church floor. He looked up groggily, his vision currently a blurry mess.

He saw something... Or someone... It had to be someone because Gurg felt how he was being picked up by it... His body hurt so much and he felt so tired... His eyes could only see yellow...

Yellow...

"Not now, Spots. I'm busy."

The cat meowed and ran elsewhere. Gurg was disgusted when he discovered a yellow puddle just where the cat had been sitting.

Gurg grabbed a disposable handkerchief and began scrubbing the yellow puddle away, but then the yellow puddle began to scream and waddled away. The young boy launched himself into its pursuit. He had to clean it. His mom would be mad. But he found himself melting at an astonishing speed. He followed the slime outside. His body hurt like hell but the boy had to accomplish his mission.

The herculean task of crawling through the streets was only made more discouraging by all the multi colored puddles Gurg kept seeing. Blue, brown, green, yellow...

Ah, there it was.

"Gurg, sweetie, why did you kill me?" His mother asked him.

But Gurg didn't answer. He just wiped her away until nothing remained of her.

"NO! STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Gurg yelled internally to himself. But he couldn't control his body. His body was a merciless blue goo monster anyway.

"No! That can't be! Mom! MOM!" Gurg woke up startled from this nightmare.

The boy didn't recognize where he was. He was in bed but it wasn't his bed. The bedroom he was in looked luxurious, like pertaining to an extremely rich noble.

"Where... I am...?" Gurg saw his missing arm and lower body and instantly remembered. The whole town was melting! And his mom was...

A huge puddle of yellow goo entered the bedroom.

It was such a thin possibility, but...

"Mom?" Gurg asked.

The yellow puddle stuck out two extremely muscular arms and crossed them, as if saying: "Do I look like your mom to you? Are you looking for a knuckle sandwich for breakfast?" But the yellow goo had no mouth to speak to the boy.

Then a much smaller white slime entered the room. The slime moved with certain elegance, you could tell it regarded itself in high status in the way it waddled its body around. Its white color even made it look... holy.

The white slime had a single eye on top of it. It looked old and tired. It opened in pleasant surprise when it saw Gurg had woke up nice and well.

"Are you... the priest?" Gurg asked.

This slime had no mouth either. But it seemed to nod in agreement. "Yes, I am the priest. You're the O'Toole's son, correct?"

Gurg's mouth was agape. How had he been able to understand it? It didn't use a mouth like the blacksmith...

"Ah, yes, that has an easy enough explanation." The priest seemed to say. "Slimes don't have mouths. But they can easily understand each other by sensing each other's waveforms. That's why they always seem to coordinate their attacks when in danger." The priest explained. "A side effect of this dreadful curse, we seem to gain that ability when our transformation reaches a certain point."

Gurg was very surprised. He looked at the muscular yellow slime again.

"Yeah, kid. I really did offer that knuckle sandwich to you."

"Of course, we as human beings are much more intelligent than those soul-less creatures." The priest kept explaining. "Don't even try to read an actual slime's mind if you don't want to go crazy."

Gurg was a bit ashamed he had so much catching up to do. But he couldn't stop thinking about his mother. "I really need to know if she's still alive. Now that I can communicate with fellow slimes, I can directly ask her back at home!" He thought.

"Um? So you're worried about your family, yes?" Asked the gooey priest. That took Gurg by surprise. He hadn't been aware he had was transmitting those thoughts. "I don't blame you. As a son, you must take care of your parents."

"Do you know who casted this dreadful curse?" This time Gurg had used his mouth.

The white one-eyed slime nodded. "Yes. It was the deed of a demonic fiend. The son of a demon and a human woman. A halfling known as Almizar."

A halfling... Gurg couldn't fathom the idea of a half-human doing something as cruel as this. Cursing a pacific town's residents to transform into vulnerable slimes!

"The bastard wanted to send a 'message' to our kingdom." The yellow slime thought. "Personally we think this is a declaration of war, but unluckily to us, we are that message."

"A declaration of war..." Gurg mused.

"Yes, I fear that is so." The priest lamented.

"But there must be something we can do...!" Gurg clenched his only fist. "For our people, for... our families..."

The priest and the yellow slime looked at each other. "Yes, you're right." Said the priest. "That's why I'm so glad we found you alive and well. You'll be of great help to us. You're a vital part of our plan."

"I'll do anything I can! I promise!" Said Gurg. "I may be just a humble farmer, but I'll give it everything I got!"

The priest glanced at the yellow slime, then back at Gurg again. "I'm so glad to hear that. You'll certainly be remembered as a hero of this town, young Gurg O'Toole."

"So where does this Almizar guy live? I'm really gonna kick his butt!" Gurg asked.

"I'm afraid I can't let a young fine man like yourself waste his life away fighting towards this halfling and his army." The priest admitted. "The most reasonable course of action is to send someone to the capital and ask the king for the help of his troops."

"Uh...Yeah, that sounds like a much better plan." Gurg said, a bit embarrassed to let himself get carried away so easily.

"Besides, you need to return to take care of your family, yes?" Pointed out the priest.

"That's true..." Said Gurg. "But how that'd help you out with your plan?"

The boy realized that the yellow slime was no longer there. Where'd he go?

"Oh, you'll help. A lot." The priest solemnly said.

Suddenly, Gurg noticed something getting hold of his only remaining arm. "What the...?"

"As you said, you're just a humble farmer. There's no way someone like you could survive out there."

The yellow hand made of goo was holding his arm with too much force... It hurt so much....

"But you, for some unfair reason, managed to keep yourself together for the most part. You're a very valuable resource." The slime monster said. "Although to be honest, the way you lost your arm back at the gate was laughable."

"Why are you restraining me?!" Cried Gurg. He tried to pull himself from the yellow monster and he made it... But not without losing his left arm in the process.

"You monster!" The boy cried in pain.

The yellow monster examined with glee the human limb it was holding and threw it at the priest.

Gurg's arm fused itself with the white slime's body. The priest looked at it with his only eye as he gained control of it. "A bit scrawny for my liking, but it'll do."

"You... You just wanted my limbs?!" Gurg cried out, now only a head and a torso.

"Aw, of course not." The priest laughed. "I want all I can salvage out of you. Vladimir here is a strong soldier, but he'll need some more organs if he wants to survive in this harsh world. For example..."

Vladimir, the yellow slime monster, grabbed Gurg's hair and ran his thumbs over the young boy's eyes.

"...It's a pain to always tell Vladimir where he has to walk to. He really could do with one of your eyes. I can take the other, I miss having depth perception."

"NOOO! YOU...BASTARDS!" Gurg cried out in pain. His face was melting with the force, making fishing his eyes out a piece of cake for Vladimir.

For the yellow monster it was a miracle, he could see again. But for Gurg, everything went dark. "YOU FUCKERS! I'LL TELL EVERYONE WHAT YOU..."

Then Gurg went silent. He had no mouth anymore.

Vladimir was pleased to be able to talk with sounds again. "Heh, good luck telling anyone without your foul mouth. Go cry to your daddy, kid."

The boy wanted to scream in the darkness. He could do nothing but let himself be manhandled by this beast. He was then pinned and squashed into the ground repeatedly until his body had completely finished his transformation into blue goo.

The young blue slime felt itself getting colder. Its last remaining garment and reminder of its former humanity, its shirt, had been stolen away from it.

"Oh, great! He still has his cock and everything!" Vladimir said in surprise before yanking the floating set of genitals away from its gooey owner.

"Yep, he even has his buttocks intact. Give me his anus so you can fuck me later." The priest communicated to his lover.

Gurg felt a pair of hands going through all over his liquefied body, getting hold of anything they could rip apart. He wanted to scream as he felt himself being scavenged alive but he simply couldn't.

The priest wasn't doing anything bad. He was just protecting himself for the sake of survival. At least that's what he planned to say when Vladimir came back from defeating Almizar and restoring both of them to normal. He couldn't care less about the fate of the whole town. The priest's life had been a waking hell since rumors regarding his illegal sodomite tendencies had began to spread. This melting incident was his biggest opportunity to shut those damned townspeople up for good.

When Vladimir and his sadistic boyfriend were done with scavenging the young boy's internal organs, they tossed what they thought was his gooey corpse out from the window.

Gurg, now a blind, mute and mostly deaf puddle of blue goo, cursed his gullibleness. His naivety and innocence, qualities his mother had always praised him with, had left him neck-deep in shit. He screamed silently for help, wandering blindly through the streets looking for any other slimes to communicate with. He wanted to go back home, save his mother out from the trash, pick up what was left from his father, and wait for salvation. Hell, he wouldn't even mind being a slime forever if he could at least be with his family.

To aimlessly waddle through the darkness for the rest of its life. That was the only thing Gurg O'Toole was able to do now. A pointless, meaningless life.

The small puddle moved slowly, squirming in pain. Gurg didn't have any visible organs, purpose or hope any longer. Everything had effectively been stolen from him. The only thing the sentient mass of goo still conserved was its capacity to feel despair.

After what seemed like an eternity of pain and anguish, the gooey monster's body suddenly began to feel warm. It wondered what the source of this warmth was and then... the slime was no more.

EPILOGUE

The adventurer sheathed his magic staff, the weapon still hot from the fire spell. Yet another pesky slime... What the hell had happened to this town?

He examined the carbonized remains of the slime. "Hmm... No organs on this weakling, like an empty shell. It's no surprise my fireball ended its life in seconds. But it's strange, usually young colorful slimes such as this one don't tend to be in such a sorry state so early in their lives."

One of the adventurer's companions came back from his respective search. "Look at what I found posted on the plaza. It's a warning from Almizar..."

The adventurer took the letter his companion was carrying and read it silently. "That fucker... He did this... He claims he's 'melted' all the inhabitants of this town... I wonder what that means..."

"You think he killed them?" Asked his companion.

"It's possible. I did see some lesser monsters roaming around, probably summoned by that creep." The adventurer glanced at the ashes of the slime he had just killed. Did you find any bodies?"

"That's the weird thing. All buildings are completely deserted apart from more of those slimes leaving their smelly trails everywhere. They were extremely easy to deal with, although I found something hilarious as well." His companion chuckled. "I found a huge yellow slime mating with a smaller white one. They were so in heat that they didn't even notice me cast an ice spell on them. Their frozen corpses look like they are still stuck fucking for eternity, go have a look at them if you want to have a good laugh!"