The gelatin moved in rapid undulations. The still mass of slime which had to that point lain dormant was suddenly alive. Leaping from its bed with grasping and unformed strands of its substance, it quickly covered the man, and his pathetic screams were instantly choked out as the green tinged tendrils amassed over his face and mouth. You could see the flow of the thing; little bits of debris and bubbles in the otherwise translucent blob were moving, unmistakably, in rhythmic pulses, over those silenced lips and down into his center. Soon, he ceased the struggle, and his rigid body fell with a sickening splooch onto the slanted floor. The dead form was not then perfectly immobile, but slowly, again with those pulses of action that characterized the monster’s movement, the carcass was dragged away, down the sloping floor, until it lay in a heap over the drain.
The green slime rose over its prey, gathering itself in a thickening mass as it digested the corpse.
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