Mold has been growin on Noscope! It came out of no-where, and slowly infested this place. The hull was all rotten to the core! I barely poked at the surface and the lot fell apart. I knew then that a regular paint-job wouldn’t do.
So I secretly gathered ingredients whose names I had forgotten and whose contents no longer mattered and concocted a potion so sweet that not even a squishee made up entirely of syrup would compare. You’d spit it out you would!
I call it: Exotic Fauna!