These are your SLIME JARS used for storing your PERFECTLY GENERIC GOO.
Eventually, your need for slime outpaced the woefully limited slime allowance THE CARETAKER could reasonably permit, so you had to resort to brewing your own. You always meant to get around to finding a more elegant way to store it, but the slime just kept coming.
Now your floor is littered with their hollowed husks. You'd like to say that they're a poignant testament to your fortitude in the face of egregious psychic assault, but really they're just a big sticky mess.
You really need to clean these up eventually.
