Slime Molding 101

You hope to sneak to the back of the class, but the other shy slime boys beat you to it, leaving only the seats in the front row. You squish down as far as you can in your seat, and as you look around, you see every one else doing the same. You guess they must have had first days similar to yours and you relax a little bit. If everyone is at the bottom of the pile it's almost like no one is. You might even have a chance to rise to the top of the bottoms...or at least lower upper middle of the bottoms. As everyone waits silently for class to start, you scoot up almost a whole inch in your seat.

"Alright class, quiet down..." A rotund, red faced man with shiny slicked back black hair in a poorly fitting suit pauses for a laugh that never comes. "yes, well I suppose humor is subjective, and certainly not a judgment on me, the beloved Professor Cambio." He again pauses but when he sees the class is sitting in scared silence, he shrugs and continues. "Well hopefully after today you will have a better understanding of your abilities and the confidence to use them. I'll start to give you an idea."

Professor Cambio takes his suit off and spills out onto the floor. He starts out as a bright green jiggly, jello-like version of his human form, but then allows it to fall apart to a featureless blob. "Ah, the beautiful, but oft misunderstood form of a slime. We are called lazy...disgusting...and weak. Well, I am here to tell you that it ain't necessarily so. For example..." in an instant the blob expands to twice his size and stretches up and out and takes the form of a powerful orc. "Now I am not as strong as an orc, per se, but..." he raises a powerful looking arm that you all know is slightly stronger than jello. He crashes it down on the desk and it shatters into splinters. "Appearances can be deceiving."

The class and you all gasp collectively. You know there has to be some trick, but that only makes you more impressed with the end result. You have to learn everything you can from this mysterious, mercurial man. He shrinks back down to almost human size, but he seems sturdier now, less translucent. He takes on the form of a handsome man in a well tailored suit, but still lime green all over. Then the damndest thing happens, he slowly saunters over to the desk and dips his hand into several blotters of colored ink, draining them dry. The class goes somehow even quieter than before as you watch Professor Cambio's color swirl and shimmer until he looks like a flesh and blood lady killer in a fine, fitted suit.

"So who would like to be my first volunteer to learn how to do this yourself?" The quiet class erupts into a cacophony of cheers and outstretched arms. You merely look on in awe, studying every microscopic movement, every tiny tremor, trying to find a clue. To your surprise, your rapt attention is rewarded when the professor calls out, "Very well Mr. Robertson come on down and learn some new tricks."