No, they couldn't be bothered

The person who typically would end up cleaning off the bench and making sure it looks nice for people to sit on took one look at the slime covered bench and the slime underneath and said "Nope" before proceeding to immediately leave and not give any kind of impression that they had even tried. Meanwhile the slime would end up laying their, the bench looking disgusting to everyone who took it in, as by the afternoon the slime came back to consciousness, and the person it was freaked out as they felt like they were in a stasis, not understanding what had happened to them and why they couldn't move at all. Gerald Hillburrow had never felt so powerless, not since that time in that in the war, he panicked hard, feeling flashbacks as he relived his PTSD, when a gun barrel gleamed down at him. And just like that time he felt a need, a demand, to not let what was about to happen to happen, to cling to life, to **** life forward because he did nothing to deserve it all ended here.