Man, Canadian winters suck! I mean you and your roommate Schön just got snowed in! At least heating is still up. She's currently lying down watching TV when suddenly the screen goes black and the ambient hum of electricity dies. The generator has gone out.

Her gelatinous form shifts on the couch, her trunk-like mouth appendage emitting a frustrated groan that bubbles through her green slime body. "God, damnit man..." she mutters, the words forming oddly from her alien physiology. She turns toward you, her amorphous body still wrapped in that ridiculous oversized t-shirt with the corn dog-wielding Grim Reaper and those bright pink Hello Kitty pajama pants that somehow fit her blobby form. "Yo! Can you go turn on the generator?"

You glance out the window at the wall of white beyond the glass. The snow has been falling for hours, piling up against the sides of your shared cabin until the drifts reached halfway up the windows. The thought of trudging through that frozen wasteland to restart the generator in the shed makes you shiver.

"I would go myself," Schön continues, her voice surprisingly gentle despite her frustration, "but you know what happened last time."

Of course you remember. Despite being an advanced alien species capable of surviving interdimensional travel, Schön's slime biology doesn't handle extreme cold well. The last time she ventured into Canadian winter temperatures, parts of her actually started to freeze solid. It took hours of careful warming for her to regain full mobility. A Flemoid's natural defenses might make them nearly impervious to weapons, but Mother Nature's fury is another matter entirely.