Note: Pure, non-canon nonsense inspired by the creature's appearance. The Ninth World Bestiary 3, page 124.

Most naturalists will tell you I model myself after a stalagmite. Though I compose myself from drit, I am too special to demean myself by dwelling in a mere cave. What I actually aspire to is the form of a cupcake, a mythic delicacy from eons past, said to be so overwhelmingly saccharine and aesthetically appealing that humans would sell their very souls for the taste of one. I am that lure. I hunger for knowledge as humans once hungered for cupcakes. I crave data's flavor sliding over my nanite processors. Nothing tastes sweeter than knowledge, especially the forbidden kind.