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"It's not the title, is it?" Edward answered himself, his voice grim, as if his worst fears
had been realized. Slime flew about the room as he ruefully shook his head. "It's the
work itself! Now, now, no misdirected kindness. You can tell me. What do you really
think? I may be slippery, but I can take it!"

What could you say, Delores considered, when the subject in question was a totally
disgusting mound of gray sludge? Still, whatever his other failings, the monster had
been unerringly polite in her presence. Perhaps, if she could be as polite in turn, she
could somehow talk this monster out of the whole wedding thing.

But what did she really think?

"Uh, no," she began, doing her best not to hurt the monster's feelings. "It's actually
quite..." Her voice drifted off as her mind failed to conjure up any way to finish the
sentence.
"Perhaps I need to add a little something?" Edward prompted, still eager to please.

"Something to—the slime?'' Delores asked, hard pressed not to shiver at the very
thought.

"Well, yes, that's a possibility—" Edward added thoughtfully. "I was adding sand to
the slime back on the beach. The whole thing hardened quite nicely. But I was
thinking of pursuing something not quite so physical—" To illustrate his meaning he
pointed skyward, with an object that might have been a finger. "Something, instead,
that would reveal my more sensitive aspects; something to make this more of a total
aesthetic experience."

"Total aesthetic—" Delores began. Politeness, after all, could only go so far.

But Edward had become so excited by this latest concept that he didn't even hear her.

"That's it!" he cried. "I need a context for my slime, something that everyday
people—some of whom perhaps have never even met a slime monster—can relate to
in their everyday, slime-monsterless lives. But"—the monster hesitated, grappling
with this new concept— "what would be best? Perhaps some sort of dramatic
emphasis, even—dare I say it?—poetry!"

"Poetry?" Delores asked, helpless to do anything else.

Edward's slimy face showed an even more faraway look than usual. "Poetry. Perhaps
something like"—the monster cleared whatever passed for his throat. " 'Don't take it
hard that I've covered the guard. I know what is mine and it's got to be slime'—that
sort of thing?"

Edward glanced at Delores' look of dismay, and sighed. "Still, it lacks resonance,
doesn't it? If only slime was more of a universal experience!"

"Hey, there he is!" somebody yelled.