"Look out!" Dirk screamed, pointing at the cardboard spaceship. "It's the... uh... slime thing!"
Behind me, the entire film set was now a single, quivering mass the size of a city block. From its center, a hundred mouths formed. And with a hundred voices—Dirk’s, Lenny’s, Merv’s—it let out a final, reverberating take: horror b-movie
The art, unfortunately, ate the camera first. Then it ate Kevin from accounting. Then it absorbed the entire camera crew, their bodies dissolving into gelatinous lumps that still weakly held their boom poles. "Look out
We laughed when the "spores" (Merv’s painted ping-pong balls) started vibrating. slime thing
The special effects guy, Merv, had gotten ambitious. "It needs texture," he'd insisted, mixing a new batch of "alien goo" in a bucket. He’d used something he found in an unlabeled drum behind the hardware store. The label said "Bio-Active" and then a lot of numbers.