[Seedful]

The slimes obediently took the scraps of cloth and took off oozing along the road, looking for all the world like they had a trophy from killing Oliver. Oliver, meanwhile, rather wished he was dead as the cold wobbly slime forced its way inside him. Somehow its sheer volume stretched him open as it continued to stuff more and more of itself into his belly.

"Why are you doing this, elf?! What is your purpose to this?!"