[color=808000][center][h1] Bobular [/h1][/center][/color]
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[i]Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. SQUEEG! [/i]

A squirming mass of putrid of unknown materials squeezed out of a pipe along 53rd street. The being wriggled with discomfort, as its orifices grotesquely oozed into place. That was much better. Well, not really. Bobular was still existing. Existence meant more pain and despair. Yesterday’s plasma bomb testing had not killed Bobular. Time for another day.

Bobular’s slimy wheat grass sludge created a trail down the alleyway as he dragged himself through the back way street. He moped through, past the dumpsters and stray cats which were eyeing him with intense fear and confusion.Pulling his wet body up the stairs to the back entrance, he heaved a heavy sigh. Bobular was not sure if he enjoyed going to this lab. He was not sure why he still even went. The slime oozed with dissatisfaction, then opened the door to the lab. 

Bobular pitifully moved down the hall. His daily mope was interrupted when he heard a loud and brazen announcement echo through the laboratory.

[center][color=silver] Attention All Employees. There Is A Meeting In The Board Room In 10 Minutes. Please Do Not Be Late.[/color][/center]

[color=808000]“Sigh… Time for another meeting…”[/color] What kind of [s]torture[/s] [i]err I mean [b]spectacular scientific discoveries [/b],[/i] awaited Bobular? He wandered into the meeting room, groaning with every step.