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.
We stopped laughing when one of them sprouted a tiny, twitching eye. horror b-movie
Lenny, ever the auteur, kept filming. "More intensity, people!" he yelled, backing away from a creeping tendril. "This is art!" The special effects guy, Merv, had gotten ambitious
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. The special effects guy