And so the slime waited... and waited... and waited...
and waited...... annnnnnnnnd waited...
annnnnnnnnnnnnnd waiiiiii-
Cailin could no longer keep her digital eyes open and fell asleep.
Unfortunately, a slime can't hold it's physical shape when it's asleep.
Anybody looking in would see a regular computer collapse and melt into a pile of goop.
And that's exactly what the janitor saw.
"Oh man, I need to slow down on the whiskey." he thought aloud.
"Who said that?" Cailin groggily said as she reformed into a slime girl.
"What the hell?! Is this the doc's work or the old booze I found in the woods?!" the janitor asked.
Cailin had an idea, stretching and waving her mass around.
"I'MMMMM JUUUUST A HALUUUUUCINAAAAAATION...." she lied.
"Oh man, I need to go get some air." the janitor said to himself as Cailin slipped back into his bucket.
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The night air was cold and quiet.
No sounds but the pacing steps of the guards.
The old janitor got out the elevator and took out a cigarette.
He let a few puffs out into the air, unaware that he just aided in an effort to bring the place down.
The slime oozed out of his bucket and snaked up into a vent.
Technicians constantly monitored that flow to make sure that chemicals and such could be vented if needed.
"Uh, sir? There's something in the vent by the rooftop patrol routes." a technician said.
"Alright, clear it out." the head technician said.
A switch was flicked and the fan roared to life, blowing a strong breeze through the entire shaft.
Cailin had to act fast, and shapeshifted into...