This job was supposed to be my best scoring job of a lifetime, and now it is just a fucking headache. Especially since the government opened a portal to trade with so-called Fantasyworld.

Disney has already not been doing too well in their recent box-office flops, but this may be our largest flop yet. It is difficult to know where to go with this.

Just this morning, I was told by my bosses to draft up a summons for someone singing "I see the light" in a local pub without the proper performance license from the MPAA, It wasn't such a difficult job; after all, we churn about 50 of these a week. But this time it was different, because when I went to serve the notice, I realized that the singer was Rapunzel herself. Technically, this was her own love song wasn't it? Could we really serve summons on the - in another world anyway - creator of the song? Perhaps we could, but that would be weird.

Similarly, we couldn't sue Moana for opening Moana's diner. After all, it was her name!

Really, I am not sure of what will happen to my job in days to come ...

This is the great, gobbling ooze monster from the Land of the Sandmen.

The ooze monster dribbles out from under the bed, making a sloshing noise as it does so. It resembles a disheveled Muk, but it is somewhat more watery. Instead of eyes, it has just holes. So how does it smell or see? It doesn't actually. What it does is shoot out radioactive blobs and track the radioactivity.

The radioactivity is slight enough that it won't kill or hurt badly, although it will sting a little, like if you dropped a drop of hydrochloric acid on your skin.