If there was anything scarier than a metallic monstrosity it could hardly comprehend, it was the corrupted visage of something familiar - one of those men from the jack-'n'-the-box with the bright colors and friendly, painted faces [sub]([@Strong Potato]).[/sub] When it was bloated, blown up to tremendous height, and cackling across the space, [i]"Friends, friends, friends,"[/i] the irony was so horrific, the slime recalled all its disembodied body parts and bolted. Behind the awakened woman's torso [sub]([@Assallya]),[/sub] it hid, balled itself up. It was boiling hot, radiance ringing her frame.