"Come on, Blumgi," Leo whispered, his fingers glued to the mouse.
The goal was simple. You had a slime. You aimed. You threw. The slime would stretch and splat, ricochet off walls, and stick to surfaces. The hero would flail, grunt, and sometimes get smacked in the face by his own projectile. It was stupid. It was perfect.
His finger hovered over the left button.