Goo

Jim only hoped there was something he considered edible in the refrigerator. Opening the door he surveyed the contents. Among the organic matter that his friend called food he spotted it- a Tupperware container. Dip. Cool. A combination of sour cream and yogurt from the scent. Also a hint of lemon. Better than those pine nut based concoctions Blair usually blended. He helped himself to some wheat crackers, went to the living room, and plopped himself down on the blue couch.

He had eaten about half of the stuff when Blair came through the door. "Hey, Chief," Jim began. "You'll have to make this again."

Sandburg's eyes went wide. "You got that right. That was my hair treatment."

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