One night, when I was indulging in acidic adventures, i stumbled upon a slug chilling on the pavement
"This is a perfect opportunity" , I thought to myself, as i was pulling out my speaker .
"Unchained Malady it is" i whispered to my confused friend who was sober as a pastor.
As the cosmic horror started pounding like crazy, the slug focused on pinpointing the core of the stygiant tones.
Thats was it, he was hooked.
He reached the speaker and started growing rapidly

Mollusca was blessed