Frogs were hopping up the steps as though massing for a final assault, a wave of cold slime which would overrun the cowering humans.

Choking, he felt cold slime enter his mouth.

Hands groped for him on the cold slime of the floor.

His fingers flinched from the cold slime.

Something that felt like a cloak of cold slime swept over Carlos, numbing him.

She encountered cold slime and jerked her hand back to stare at it.

In one of them there were strange, formless cloud masses and he seemed to wallow through bogs of cold slime.

There was a taste of him in her still, far back in her mind, like cold slime on a floor.

She grimaced at the feel of the cold slime squeezing between her toes with each step.

"Warm slime don't taste nowhere near as nice as cold slime," said V'lu.