(Wheee! :B)<br/><br/>"I thought I heard it over here..." a Slime thought to himself as he investigated the disturbance in this region of the Netherworld. Little Tavlin was a timid Slime, and often tended to his Overlord's needs and requests as best as he could.<br/><br/>Tavlin finally came upon the scene, just outside Master PDP's chambers. His gaze shifted to PDP, and he began slithering toward him.<br/><br/>"Errmm... M-Master Overlord PDP.. Sir..." he began, "I-Is everything alri--HURK!" he was interrupted.<br/><br/>Tavlin froze, and soon fell apart into a puddle, a random blade having sliced through a large chunk of his gelatinous form.