"I guess it depends what the space would go to," Anakin said. "More for the gossip column? No. But interviews with students or faculty? An article about how many animals Crichton's been turned into? That could be okay."

He shrugged. "I don't know."

*sploosh*

Anakin's hand snapped out and the slime hovered above his head. He looked up. "The sad thing? This doesn't even surprise me any more."