The substance looked grim. Bubbling up out of the center of the console the black goop was both foul smelling and very suspect.
What bubbles forth from the console ahead we do not need to become infected with. There are things in this world that are much older than the people who discover them. Sometimes those people disturb one of those things and it comes worming its way up to the surface once more. It's best we move on.
R'yleh thought for a moment and reached into her pack. Fumbling around she produced a strange-looking grenade wrapped in roots and small vines.
And what do you plan to do with the lignifying grenade? Surely you aren't thinking about throwing that into the goop. Do you not understand the concept of splattering? That would be a very poor choice.
She gripped the grenade more tightly in her hand and reached for the pin. Something deep inside her quivered.
How will doing this help our goals? Our needs? This serves no purpose save for endangering our life. Is that what you want?
Lifting her arm into the air she closed her eyes and whispered, “There is no ‘our’ in MY life!” The ball of roots and vines sailed through the cavern and was swallowed up by the slime, only to explode seconds later in a spray of goo, roots and newly sprouted flowers.
Well played…very well played. I know my place. It is good to feel that power again, that danger. We are going to make an excellent pair…