The Wizard eyed the ooze that was now tainting their precious slushie machine, their expression somewhere between concern, worry, and fascination. "What is that?"
"It's ooze." Space Awful supplied, oh-so-helpfully.
"So it is. Sorry I even asked." The Wizard moved towards the machine, taking one of the cups and filling it up with ooze. They gave it a careful sniff (smelled like tar), then dipped their finger into it and licked it off (tasted like pure, empty nothing.) "It's Not Great." They informed everyone, setting the cup down with another sigh.
"Perhaps... Awful? Would you say it's awful?" Mr. Awful asked smugly.
"Nope, I'd say it's Not Great."
"It's ooze." Space Awful supplied, oh-so-helpfully.
"So it is. Sorry I even asked." The Wizard moved towards the machine, taking one of the cups and filling it up with ooze. They gave it a careful sniff (smelled like tar), then dipped their finger into it and licked it off (tasted like pure, empty nothing.) "It's Not Great." They informed everyone, setting the cup down with another sigh.
"Perhaps... Awful? Would you say it's awful?" Mr. Awful asked smugly.
"Nope, I'd say it's Not Great."
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