Matthew: What purpose does mould play in the grand scheme of life?
Matthew: I seem to remember learning it at some point, but I appear to have saved over it with a list of the skulltula in Zelda 64.
Zarniwoop: Mould grows on things that are rotting.
Zarniwoop: I think it feeds off the thing, causing it to rot.
Travholt: Mould eats dead stuff.
Zarniwoop: Good lord, I think I might have remembered something I was taught at school. Must stop doing that.
Travholt: Or else we'd be planting our petunias in mincemeat instead of soil.
TalkingDog: It infects Monkeyman's food.
Matthew: OK then.
Zarniwoop: That's the part of the brain I was reserving for memorising the jokes in Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Travholt: Mould tells you "This stuff is no longer healthy for you. Eat something else."
Rivikah: there is rotten milk in my kitchen.
Rivikah: left by my roommate
Matthew: I accidentally went home for a week after not doing the washing up, you see.
Matthew: I have lost a plate.
Travholt: Lost, as in you can't find it, or as in it's beyond hope of ever getting clean from the petrified food scraps permanently attached to it?
Matthew: The latter.
Travholt: Thought so.
Matthew: Or the former, if you mean I can't find it behind the mould.
Matthew: At first glance, I mistook it for a fuzzy cushion.
Travholt: Ah, I thought of that too.
Travholt: Warm in England these days, eh?
Matthew: Not half.
Matthew: I took some ice out of the freezer the other day, and it melted.
Travholt: I once took a picture of some pasta with tomato sauce that was left in a fridge for about a month. The green mould next to the red sauce and yellow pasta was a fascinating color combination.
Matthew: Pasta and tomato sauce seems to be a very good environment for mould.
Matthew: My ex-plate used to hold some.