Balancing Bard
Dog wearing bard clothes tries to balance his life: petting his giant worm while holding his tiny lands, all without losing his stoic frame.
Imminent failure is nigh, but how would the Cheerful Black Blob on that swing know about this cataclysm? His aloofness will be linked to his demise.
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Black Blob worried about meiosis and how the simplicity of this act can occupy his all existence, leaving no space for any other thought.