I stared at whatever or whoever was in front of me, it was a black paste riddle with eyes and look very, grumpy?
"So," I started seeing if the thing would react in anyway, shape or form, "what brought you here on this fine morning?" My eyes scanned the paste for any specific eye to meet but they where all staring at me until I finally settled on the eye most centered towards the top.
"Well," the blob started voice sounding like the aftermath of blowing through a straw Into a drink, "I have come to be put into the papers as you promised!"
I stare at dumbfounded, where they ink?
He must have caught on to my confusion as he soon repeats himself,
"I have come to be put on the papers as you have promised!"
"Yeah I know but we would get charged for murd-ohhhhh, your a survivor of the gelatinous farm arn't you!?"
"Yes? What else would I mean?"
I avoid eye contact with his eyes, which was quite a hard feat as he had a lot, to hide my embarrassed flush form my misunderstanding.
"Naturally, well I'll take you to the office and we'll get you set up for the interview, any questions?"
"Yes, where's the journalist?"
I stare at the blob no specific place just the direction, as doing so any other way is fathomless to react with such a comment!
"Me of course! Do I not look like one!"
The blob examined me, "No."
"Exac- whait what?" I stare at the blob defeated, they weren't supposed to say that.
"Fine I get it," is sigh "this way."
It feels like it's been ages since I last been in my office the nice and comfortable smell of ink, parchment and- I almost gag. Who knew blobs could be this stinky?
"Feel free to sit down, unless you don't then feel free to stand." I say, in what I hope is a formal voice. The blob stands there eyes latched onto me.
"Well when your ready," I click the button on my recorder I had stashed in my pocket, I've been waiting ages to use it, "begin."