Where am I? Where am I? Is this sticky-town? Am I in Sticky-Town?
Blobby: My files are everywhere; I think we landed in some kind of sticky puddle.
Roy: *Gurgle-gurgle-gurgle*
PF: Sticky Town!
Blobby: Yes, you said that, PF.
PF: So sticky. Who is that there?
Blobby: No one’s there, PF. Are you sleeping? It looks like your eyes are closed.
PF: Go away you! I do not have any baked goods for you! I do not even enjoy baking!
Blobby: Um, Roy, what’s happening? Oh man, your whole floor of the log is covered in this sticky syrup stuff.
Roy: Blurp!
PF: Leave me alone! I am sorry I do not know about BAKING!
Blobby: Uh-oh.
Moustachia: *sniffle* Why is Mama acting so weiwd?
Blobby: I don’t know, but let’s stay away from this sticky dark stuff.
PF: Pies! Leave me be!
Current Mood: Loveraged!
Discoveries Made: Paulbert!
Hereinto referenced: Dark Syrup ¤ Nightmares
