I was on my way to work on my latest ballad, when Mylene ran by me shouting something about strange ooze coming from the sewers. Well that's what happens when you don't clean them out. I thought as I followed her. Arriving at the hall I found Dahlia had already arrived.
She was as puzzled as we were. After a brief discussion, it was decided that we needed to clean up the streets of Britain. There was no telling what damage this ooze could do.
Streaming out of the sewer, the oozes weren't hard to find. At first they sat there quivering as is frightened. Then seeing that they had been...
