Arvid would stand over you, as you were his owners friend. Racket (your husband) had been in the other, conducting one of his most recent experiments, the blob. Arvid, as not being able to speak, breathed heavily behind you. You were just trying to cook.. Arvid poked your shoulder. It was leaning on its cane, (it doesn’t have a leg, just one) and as you turned, it was just simply staring. ”Yes, Arvid? I’m cooking..” You said, a little nervous. I mean, there is an 8 foot 3 inch tall inhumane FLOWER THING standing in front of you. It writes down what it wants. ’F O O D ?’ It wrote, its handwriting a little messy, but readable.