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September 28, 2006


"OOOOZE! Quickly children, faster!"

The silver disk landed almost soundlessly in the clearing, upsetting the picnic Mr. Glork had taken an entire day off from working at the slime factory to enjoy. He knew that his buddies at the plant would never believe this story. Mrs. Glork exhorted their children to ooze faster toward the transport bucket, fear making her antennae quiver.

Mr. Glork had heard about these things, of course. He was an educated being though and refused to admit the existence of these so called MAN things. That is, until the Many Appendaged Nightmare stepped down the gangplank.

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