"Pssh."
A lever materializes near me, I pull it down and the sky above begins to rumble ominously.
Lightning falls from the sky, striking the slug.
"It's ALIVE!
IT'S ALLLLLLIVE!" I laugh manically.
The slug begins to grow to a massive size. It's sides vibrate with it's fearsome cry.
"Grggugplop" Goes the super-franken-slug. Of doom.
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather