Yep, that's the thing in the corner of my bedroom. A bedroom I haven't cleaned in nearly 20 years. Bubbles here just grew out of one glass of orange juice I left out for over 2 months. It began feeding on the other abandoned foodstuffs my slovenly, lazy ass left for it to consume. Now Bubbles whispers to me in my sleep. Every time I wake up my bed is closer to Bubbles. I have the unbearable urge to hug. Like an itch in my soul and I NEED to scratch. I'll be right back.