I Forgot A Title

There it is, just slightly to the left, no, I mean right. Okay, good, you got it. Well now that you have found it I guess I might as well tell you what you have found. The thing you are holding in your hand as we sit here is my very own Enderblimium. Yes that is correct, I have found a safe method of extracting it from within my soul without causing my mind to melt. The trick is to not let it see you coming at it with the rusty pliers... Now you might be wondering what on earth an Enderblimium does for you. Well, not much is the answer. I have had an Enderblimium for almost 12 years now and it has never once caused me any pain, or done me any good for that matter. It is exactly what it looks like, a pinkish sort of ooze, which is constantly changing shape, but never gaining a new form. And having some pinkish ooze, that is constantly changing shape, but never gaining a new form, in your soul really isn't all that useful. But it is not a handicap either. So you may ask me why I took the liberty to remove it. And well, in return all I can say is, why not? It must be useful in some way other then just taking up valuable non-space in my soul. Perhaps I can harvest some sort of enery from it, or maybe even saute it in such a way that it would taste like some baby animal. Or maybe it is the key to mind control, and now that I have it I can go about taking over the universe... no? Well that's too bad... Well since you're leaving, could you perhaps leave it right behind that box of Gloober-muffins, on top of the Shrillinkiddle. I'll get around to discovering it's uses some other day.