[From the other side of the laboratory answers a male voice in the patient tone of a teacher or priest:]
It seems to be some type of mucous left behind by these creatures.
[And should she look to follow the voice, she will see standing there a man with silvery white hair and a mild countenance, clad in the garb of another century. With his head inclined he indicates the batch of slime creatures bouncing and rolling about the lab benches like toddlers. One spews a steady stream of bubbles from its open mouth, another spits ropes of water, another seems to crackle with electric energy like a storm cloud.
Then he looks back to the girl.]
You must be as lost as I am. I'm afraid I cannot say how exactly I got here...
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It seems to be some type of mucous left behind by these creatures.
[And should she look to follow the voice, she will see standing there a man with silvery white hair and a mild countenance, clad in the garb of another century. With his head inclined he indicates the batch of slime creatures bouncing and rolling about the lab benches like toddlers. One spews a steady stream of bubbles from its open mouth, another spits ropes of water, another seems to crackle with electric energy like a storm cloud.
Then he looks back to the girl.]
You must be as lost as I am. I'm afraid I cannot say how exactly I got here...