Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
A lobster sidles up to a sea sponge. "Hey," it asks, head tilted, "if you could be anything in the universe... anything at all... what would you be?" The sponge blinked slowly. "Anything?" "Absolutely anything!" beamed the lobster. "Anything?" the sponge repeated, processing. "Yes! Anything!" insisted the lobster, claws waving. "So... anything I want?" the sponge pressed. "YES! ANYTHING!" sighed the lobster, antennae drooping slightly. The sponge fell silent. An agonizingly long pause stretched out... broken only by the gentle swish of the current. Finally, it spoke, voice tinged with hopeful uncertainty: "And... I can't be... a different kind of sea sponge... right?"