The last dream Takeshi had last night was himself mixing a bunch of strange chemicals that when combined, resulted in an immensely strong acidic solution. It practically serves no use but as a detergent, but he decided to test it against an object anyway. As if something had listened to his thoughtful question about a potential object, a mass of organic tissue appears behind him, its 'tendrils' latching against the ceiling and the walls. Unnerved by its appearance, Takeshi gulped softly to