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[spaceroach]

[Scrambling up the nearest person]

RUN!

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[trickyfire]

Why?

[Not fazed by the fact that you're green, or worried about whatever has your underwear in a knot. She's fairly convinced of her own invincibility. Sorry for the lackluster response?]

[spaceroach]

BECAUSE I TOLD YOU TO, SO START RUNNING LONG LEGS MCTOOTALL!

[trickyfire]

Yeah, not really big on taking orders from strange green people. So. What's go you freaked out? Explosion, rampaging monster, some other form of impending doom? Cause chances are I can take it.

[spaceroach]

[And around the corner comes:

Every Dungeon and Dragon players worst nightmare. A monstrous gelatinous cube.

Looks like it just ate, there's a few skeletons in there. Zim did try to distract it with a nursing home, but that didn't work. For something with no legs, it seems to be making some damn good time]

START MOVING, OBNOXIOUS HUMAN FEMALE!

[trickyfire]

Oh wrong species, bug! I'm something else, and I think I'll do this instead.

[And that would be fire erupting from her. She has a smile on her face, possibly with a touch of madness, as she sends her own personal inferno at the monster gelatinous cube. She's not all that bothered by the skeletons, truth be told. Humans are entertaining but she considers very few of them anything beyond that.]

[spaceroach]

[... Wet things don't burn well. Actually fire might be the worst thing to throw at a proper Gelatinous Cube. Stabbing it isn't recommended either.

It just kind of turns into a boiling gelatinous cube. So now it's really uncomfortable to be around]

I ALREADY TRIED SETTING IT ON FIRE YOU IDIOT!

[trickyfire]

Maybe it'll boil off eventually. At the very least, now it's distracted enough that you'd have a chance to do something other than run. Throw a bomb in it or something. Or just save your own hide and run away now that it cares more about me. Not like I can actually die after all.

[Not very interested in saving the humans in the area. Just in getting it away from her current neighborhood. For her next trick she'll sprout a pair of brilliant orange wings and launch herself into the air. She figures up is probably safer than the ground, and for once the situation is already so weird that the fact that she's anything but human is kind of irrelevant. And yes, the cube still has it's own personal inferno it's sitting in. She's studying the creature, if one can call it that, deciding what to do with it.]