[color=a2d39c]"Heeey, no fair! You can't just leave!"[/color], Maricola shouted as the loudspeaker demon beat a hasty retreat back to evil community college. Maricola folded it's armlike appendages and pouted. Steam rose from the creature's epidermis, its three-dimensional flesh regenerating as fast as the loudspeaker demon's corrosive saliva could wear it away. Maricola licked it's hand-fingers.

[color=a2d39c]"It tastes like burning..."[/color], the thing mumbled, disappointed. Pulling itself back together, Maricola looked for someone else to play with. None of the other kids looked really interesting, what with their humanlike physiology and hiding all their organs and lack of bioluminescence. But wait!

Was that...

Could it be?

It was!

Maricola's ancestral memory would recognize that ugly little mammalian mug anywhere. It was [i]Uncle Coobie[/i]!

Maricola sprinted over and gave the creature currently calling itself Annatar a great big (and slimy, thanks to the loudspeaker demon) slap on the back. Granted, given Annatar and Maricola's current physical states it was less of a slap on the back and more of a volleyball spike directly into the pavement, but it was a friendly volleyball spike directly into the pavement all the same.

[color=a2d39c]"Howzit going, Uncle Coobie? Papa wants to know if you're still working middle management for the kiddy fiddlers!"[/color]

[@Stern Algorithm]