Rolling happily about, the curious blob happened upon a mysterious pair of wrinkled old folks speaking with a young lady. Its normal response would have been to simply ignore them but, for the past hour or so, a feeling of intense hunger wracked both its body and mind. Unable to ignore the feeling, it approached the robed pair. In the nick of time, it recalled how awkward it would be to converse with a blob such as itself and thusly morphed to a human form. It figured the shape of a young and tattered boy, roughly the age of eight in human years, would be a convincing factor in its search for food. It remembered its manners, knowing that before inquiring about food that it should politely converse with them and mildly elude to it before getting straight to the point.<br/><br/>"Hello, I'm Modit! Nice to meet you. Lovely food.. um, weather we're having, right?" it spoke in its most calm voice, faltering mid-sentence as it mixed up food and weather. "How delightful that would be!" it thought to itself as the image of raining bacon spread across its mind. This, however, did not help its growing hunger. In response to the appetite provoking thoughts, its body rocked and jiggled as a grumble erupted from its core. It smiled nervously but a pained expression of starvation was clearly evident upon its blue face.