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[pooka_prince]

[The following is a series of excerpts from the afternoon of April 15th in the Braginski household.

3:31 PM: Sounds of minor scrabbling, as Cornelius carefully sets out the required materials.]

I hardly see much point in creating an Ooze here, but I suppose it would be nice to have a reminder of home... I've nothing to lose, then. Let's see, it

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[he_aintheavy]

... Bastard dog has gone crazy. Was only a matter of time, but had expected at least one more week--

[he_aintheavy]

Human woman in ooze?

[pooka_prince]

That... that doesn't even make sense...

[he_aintheavy]

Bastard dog should embrace ooze for what it is.

[pooka_prince]

And what is that, Lady Belarus?

[he_aintheavy]

Ooze.

Why does bastard dog want napalm?

[pooka_prince]

Of course.

I know of no other method of destroying these creatures. Weapons are useless against them.

[he_aintheavy]

Should sacrifice life for greater good.

[pooka_prince]

Allowing myself to be consumed by the creature would, if anything, only make it stronger. Ooze are relatively simple to destroy, provided one has the necessary materials.

[he_aintheavy]

... By napalm.

[pooka_prince]

[sigh]

It will not be necessary for me to die in order to kill the creature. Besides, it's hardly as though I would stay dead.

[he_aintheavy]

Bastard dog should start trying.

Good for marriage.

[pooka_prince]

Between myself and the ooze, or you and Russia?

[he_aintheavy]

Could be double-marriage.

[pooka_prince]

I must respectfully refuse.

[he_aintheavy]

Ooze will not hurt brother.