Hough... would not mind just taking a few years off to spend as a clay slime breeding vessel. Sure I wouldn't want to stay there as a permanent fixture, so maybe some helpful adventurers could find me at some point and squeeze all of that fertile clay out of me before carrying my limp, saggy and delirious self back to civilization. ...I wonder if any of the slimes would remember me if I were to return at some point in the future? ...couldn't hurt to find out ^u^;