> > Come to think of it, doesn't my childhood chocolate-puddle dream sound a lot like a much more recent, but early(?) episode of ST:TNG, where this glossy tar-covered monster kills Lieut. Tasha Yar and then swallows up Cmdr. Riker in a puddle of black goo?
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> Yes, it does. But did your puddle of black goo have an evil, yet at the same time stupid-sounding voice?
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No, my puddle of brown chocolate latté never had any voice at all, fortuitously. That was probably a blessing. Talking vegetables are one thing; they're cute. Talking bars of horribly mangled, gloopy and boiling Hershey's raised from the undead would be something else again. :P