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Deep in the bowels of some building that you hopefully don't reside in or work at...
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| So I says to the mold, "That's not my spore!" | |
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Two mutant mold creatures discuss moldy things. Quantum slimenamics, eating people, that sort of thing.
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| One million ounces of slime on the floor, one million ounces of slime! | |
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| Make it sentient, feed it a human, two million ounces of slime on the floor! | |
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Meanwhile, our heroic janitor prepares himself for an epic battle...
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| Ok, Stan, this is it. This is the moment you've been training for... | |
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