You decide the best strategy is to shoot first,
shoot again, shoot some more and then ask
questions, so you begin to pump round after
round of your PLS into the blob. It's getting
closer, and you can make out its shape, or
lack there of.
"Ow, stop that dammit, it hurts!" a voice says.
You think it's from the blob, but to make sure
you fire a couple more rounds into it. "I said
stop, man, come on!"
Thoroughly confused, you holster your PLS.
"Sorry, didn't mean that." You look down at
Anorian, who is sucking his thumb. You think
about screaming for help, but you're frozen in
fear. All you can do is look at the blob.
"Oh, its alright, don't worry about it. Hold on a
second, let me take a more favorable form."
Before your eyes, the blob contracts on itself,
grows arms, legs, a head, clothes, hair, and
all other details until finally an authentic
human stands before you. "Well?"
"Wow, you're really," you search for the right
word. "fat." He was quite portly. The new
person looks down at his gut, tries to suck it
in, but fails and loosens his belt a notch
instead.
"Hi, my name is Eugene."
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