"Burble.  Burble."  The green pile of goo bubbled as another foot stepped into the green slime, and came out with a sucking sound, fallowed by a long string of curses from a man, or woman, or other asexual creature complained about how just anything was allowed to be left in the street, and if there was any law in the place a lawyer would be heard from and money would be exchanged, or at least a long, carefully worded letter of apology.   

"What's a lawyer?"  The green slime bubbled.  "Can you eat it like dead grass, or an old corpse that somehow got overlooked by all the birds and buggies?"

The possibly man, or woman, or asexual thing blinked, and looked down at the slime.  "Are you talking?"  He, or she, or it, said, scratching its nose, and reaching into its pocket for a blade.  He poked the goop and tried moving it around with his the toe of his shoe. "Or is there someone under there trying to be funny?"

"It's just me."  The goop sloshed.  "Nobody under, except for more of me."

"I see."  The thing said, arching what could've been an eyebrow if it wasn't for the fact that steel wasn't normally considered eyebrow material by races in which such things mattered enough to warrant a name.  "And what are you?"

"Here, what else?  What is a lawyer?"

"A means for cash without work."

There was a pause and the thing bubbled in thought.  "And how does one go about getting one?"

"With cash."  The steel eyebrowed thing moved a little closer and violently stabbed the slime with a enough.  

"And how does one--"  Without a face to express discomfort it was difficult to tell if the slime was experiencing any, but by the way nothing was happening it was safe to assume it wasn't, because if it was things would be moving, in steelbrow's favor or against it.  "Get cash?"

"By working."  It held up the blade and looked at the green stuff which slowly slid off like a man who had tried to scale a glass building with socks.  

"And where does one find work?"  

"There's a guild that gives out odd jobs over there?"  Said the maybe man thing, pointing his knife at a building with a large sign on it.  "Not all jobs give much money but there's always something for someone." 

"I'm going now."  The slime said.  "To get work for a lawyer."  Without waiting for another word the green slime crawled away leaving the man-woman-it-possibly-robotic thing staring at it go.  A moment passed and then the slime on the blade jumped off and hurried after the pile.  Another moment passed and what was on the shoes did the same.