content: Fuck no, if I came across that in the woods, I'd be freaked. Where's the aliens? WTF is it? I need to poke it with a stick. No no no, run the fuck away, leave it alone, no stick. Camera?? Ok, shoot pictures, but then run away.  NO NO NO!!! STOP. OMFG, don't, please don't....I'm going to puke. You crazy fucker! Why??  That's my inner voice when I run up with a rock and bash it. Cuz look at it. IF it's not going to be food, it needs to die. Tell me that doesn't look like a delicious jelly oozing there. Let's get the dutch oven out and make some biscuits to put fresh on that. Sop that stuff up.  I need to make a ceramic one of those and put strawberry jam in it so that I can push a button and it oozes strawberry jam out of. Imagine you see this thing setting on the kitchen island at your friend's house. He puts some toast down in the toaster and this thing starts to humm and glow and ooze jelly out of it. The toast pops up and he wipes the toast on this thing and eats it. What do you say?