It (the next chapter of my story, Monster) lumbered slobberingly into sight and gropingly squeezed Its gelatinous purple immensity through the black doorway into the tainted outside air of that poison city of madness known as fimfiction. … The Thing cannot be described—there is no language for such abysms of shrieking and immemorial lunacy, such eldritch
I am Lord Smooze. And I am, much like the rest of you, a mixture of good and evil. I would say, however, that I am mostly good, and all of me that is evil is a necessary evil.