>"Trish, what is that thing?"
>I stare at the unfamiliar creature laid infront of me, sitting diligently in it's enclosure.
>'Hey, asshole, don't call Mango "a thing"!
>Trish looks back at me, already stressed out, guess I have that effect on her, even when I'm not trying
>"Alright then."
>Trish looks back to the slug...bug... thingamajig, and tosses it a cut piece of an apple, core still intact.
>I watch as the slubug(?) hurls a coat of green substance over the fruit, and in mere seconds, it's reduced to a digested pile of mulch, which it happily feeds on
>The thought occurs to me
>Trish could use this to dissolve a body
>Trish could use this to dissolve MY body...
Fin, short one