You Are the Blob’s Personal Assistant
You unearthed an ancient ooze from your backyard while digging up a childhood time capsule. The gooey creature was sustaining itself on the Fruit by the Foots and juicy Gushers you buried below the earth’s surface. Once unleashed, the wiggly, green glow-in-the-dark monster became a viral sensation and now a highly sought after entertainment brand.
The 20 foot tall goo absorbed you into its life as its personal assistant. You thought it would be kind of glamorous working for a celebrity. You were very, very wrong.
In bed, you are awoken by a phone call at 4 am. It’s Blob. Shit.