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Lenny, ever the auteur, kept filming. "More intensity, people!" he yelled, backing away from a creeping tendril. "This is art!"

We laughed when the "spores" (Merv’s painted ping-pong balls) started vibrating.

The art, unfortunately, ate the camera first. Then it ate Kevin from accounting. Then it absorbed the entire camera crew, their bodies dissolving into gelatinous lumps that still weakly held their boom poles.

Take fourteen.

And it slithered toward the nearest multiplex.

The Fungus From Sector 7

"Look out!" Dirk screamed, pointing at the cardboard spaceship. "It's the... uh... slime thing!" horror b-movie

We stopped laughing when one of them sprouted a tiny, twitching eye.

Behind me, the entire film set was now a single, quivering mass the size of a city block. From its center, a hundred mouths formed. And with a hundred voices—Dirk’s, Lenny’s, Merv’s—it let out a final, reverberating take:

A broke film crew, a cursed script, and a special effect that refuses to stop growing. Lenny, ever the auteur, kept filming

We were shooting The Spore That Took Toledo , a masterpiece of low-budget schlock. Our director, Lenny "Five-Takes" Falzone, had found a deal on fifty gallons of corn syrup and red food coloring. Our monster was a rubber suit left over from a 1987 Toho rip-off. Our lead, Dirk Steele (real name: Kevin from accounting), delivered lines like he was returning a library book.

The special effects guy, Merv, had gotten ambitious. "It needs texture," he'd insisted, mixing a new batch of "alien goo" in a bucket. He’d used something he found in an unlabeled drum behind the hardware store. The label said "Bio-Active" and then a lot of numbers.

By noon, the craft services table was buried under a pulsating, mustard-yellow carpet of mycelium. The boom mic had turned into a fleshy vine that whispered "Toledo must fall" in a wet, gurgling voice. The script supervisor, Brenda, was last seen crawling into the Porta-Potty, which had grown a thick, leathery hide and started purring. The art, unfortunately, ate the camera first