It’s oddly beautiful, isn’t it?
It looks like the work of an ancient but noble civilization. A civilization that truly understood the importance of pink.
And if anyone can explain why cupcake frosting made of sugar, eggs, cream of tartar, and food coloring abandoned in the back of my fridge for two weeks behaves this way, I would be grateful.
Because right now I’m a little worried that the denizens of Triangle World have decided that we, The Great Ones Who Open The Refrigerator Door and Let In the Light, are no longer fit to worship and have begun sending out little pink pyramid-shaped spaceships. They are trying to take over.
Our only hope is that the other stuff breeding in the back of my fridge will defeat them.