Slapped together by an explosion, the last three amorphs to recover are finally beginning to seperate.
Okay... We've got two piles of goop instead of just one.
They're about the same size. Where's the third amorph?
I'm afraid Chuck won't be emerging again.
Nope. There is no more Chuck.
You ate lady emily's favorite lieutenant?
Not really. 'Ate' implies satisfaction.
We haven't begun to have any of that yet.