Crazy dream theatre: the Carl edition.
So, I was at padparadscha's house, with Carl and several other people that we know. There had been a meteor shower the night before, which was the topic of discussion as we hung out in her garage.
Carl being Carl, he was poking around an aquarium that had once been the home of something small and fuzzy. He turned over a hollowed out log, and poked at the glowing bit of goo he found underneath it. With a bit of dismay, he yelled out "Hey! It's stuck to me!" and when we saw it we all knew that he was screwed; it was of course, a piece of Blob that had had somehow gotten into the tank during the meteor shower.
Even though we knew cold would stop it, we did try dousing it with pure grain alcohol so Carl could try to get it off his hands. No such luck, but in a drunken stupor it did stop eating his hands.
I woke up as we were breaking the news to Carl that we'd have dip his hands in liquid nitrogen and then chop them off to save his life. He was rather upset about this, but we pointed out it was his own fault for poking a Blob, when everyone knows better.
I woke up before the hand chopping, and still the question on my mind is, who the hell is Carl? I don't know, and have never known, anyone named Carl. If I ever meet this Carl, I certainly hope he's up on his Blob knowledge, otherwise, he's screwed.
Carl being Carl, he was poking around an aquarium that had once been the home of something small and fuzzy. He turned over a hollowed out log, and poked at the glowing bit of goo he found underneath it. With a bit of dismay, he yelled out "Hey! It's stuck to me!" and when we saw it we all knew that he was screwed; it was of course, a piece of Blob that had had somehow gotten into the tank during the meteor shower.
Even though we knew cold would stop it, we did try dousing it with pure grain alcohol so Carl could try to get it off his hands. No such luck, but in a drunken stupor it did stop eating his hands.
I woke up as we were breaking the news to Carl that we'd have dip his hands in liquid nitrogen and then chop them off to save his life. He was rather upset about this, but we pointed out it was his own fault for poking a Blob, when everyone knows better.
I woke up before the hand chopping, and still the question on my mind is, who the hell is Carl? I don't know, and have never known, anyone named Carl. If I ever meet this Carl, I certainly hope he's up on his Blob knowledge, otherwise, he's screwed.