Author's Note: Well, it's here. Finally. I decided to write the chapter at 3:11 A.M. on the night of July 4th (or the morning of July 5th.) I very much hope you enjoy; Please leave feedback if you can. (I accept and will not hate you for negative feedback if it's reasonable and not really made to troll or directly insult me.)

"Yeah!" She said, responding and standing up from the rock to get closer to me. I tensed my grip on my axehandle.

"It means like, you can't talk right or somethi. . ." She looked down to the ground, blinking and throwing a dumb look on her face - as if daydreaming - as she trailed off of her sentence.

"Uh-" I tried to ask what she was doing, but not before being interrupted by her chipper tone once more.

"So, who are you, mister? Did you come from the megaboomy whatsits?" She said, turning her head a little, kind of like a curious dog.

"The wha-" AGAIN, I was interrupted.

"Mister! What's your name?" She egged on.

"Uh, Bob."

"Really?" She looked at me, eyes wide with dumbfounded curosity.

"Is that REALLY your name? That's weird name for someone from the megaboomy whatsits." She said, again mentioning the megaboomy - yeah, you get it. Of course, I once more made the dumb assumption that I could ask her what it is without being interrupted, only managing to let out a quiet stammer instead.

"So, Mister Bob, what is this place?" She said quietly, placing the tip of her finger on the bottom of her lip in a questioning gesture.

"Uh, I'm not sure. I mean, I kinda joke to myself and call it Bobland and go aro-"

"Yawn, boring. You should talk less. Like, a lot less." She, somewhat rudely insisted. I had received my fill at that point, letting out an agitated, yet quiet, grumble and sheathing my hatchet to move on. It was going to get dark soon, so I had to get moving anyway. The slime girl only stared and watched as I left, not really interested in my affairs anymore, clearly. At least, that's what I hoped.

After about fifteen minutes of calmly walking home, I made it there. 'Just in time, too.' I thought, given that nightfall was just beginning to occur as I got inside. My home wasn't exactly impressive to say the least. It was a small hut in the middle of absolutely nowhere that contained only a single room and the basement, where I kept all of my supplies in chests I had made myself. I remember being proud of them, despite the damned things nearly falling apart every time they were opened.

In the main room, the one above ground, there was a simple configuration consisting of a table, two usually empty chairs, and a bed in the far end of the room, against the window and adjacent to the ladder down to the basement. Tired from that day's trip, I decided to head to bed early, slipping my shoes and coat off to then plop onto the creaking bed. I gave a lonely sigh as I pulled the blanket back up, suddenly stricken with a realization: I really shouldn't have let that girl go. She was human, or at the very least close to it, and I hadn't talked to a human in so long.

Laying in bed, barely covered in a roughspun silk blanket, I stared at the poorly constructed ceiling in total thought, barring emotions and replacing them with cold logic: 'She could have been a threat.' I thought. 'But she was kind of cute. . . But she also looked clumsy. Maybe she was just going to get me killed . . . but dying doesn't matter for me all that much. Does it matter for her? I'm sure it does.' As if to suddenly say 'oh' and tack on another, useless thought before blowing out my candle and going to bed, I asked myself,

'And what in the world is the megaboomy whatsits?'