(well whoop-deh-d000)
"Well, I can't come up with a cure for it, because its not poison, but actually mutated white cells...I guess its like an acid that can't harm the user, eating the cells of the attacker, but if the user is hit with it, it does nothing..." Jora speculated, his mind racing with possible applications...then he went outside after eating the last piece and saw Rowan looking at the night sky. "You know, if this place wasn't filled with ravenous manufactured monsters, I'd love to live here..." Jora said after climbing up the wall and then sitting down.