"Room Enema"
At the central base of its form, the gristly surface gave way to an opening 1 inch circumference. The trajectory faltered, then melted with a spectral quiver. The slicked-back man slid downward, vile spasms locating each and every nerve within his body. Aneurisms popped and resurfaced, skin gave way to new skin and the brain merged in on itself.
Winking quickly, the organism folded in on itself and produced a quantity of sputum, mirroring its metaphysical status. Action granted new growth and soon the laboratory was awash with cancer, shelves and vials melting in to pathetic shadows of their former selves.
The slicked back man bent double and wretched upon himself. He tore at himself, attempting desperately to vacate his body and take stance elsewhere. This futile attempt then angered the now behemoth organism and the floor gave way with a groan. A pair of spectacles shattered and from the nosepiece a shoot began to grow, entering the slicked-back man's mind and forcing him once again to the pit. Down it all went, pipes, conical flasks, bell jars, Bunsen burners, until a pool of now useless detritus began festering in the acid atmosphere in the middle of a room that was itself now alive and out of control. It breathed in the stench of knowledge and assumed form after form, ripping its own structure to pieces in endless ways.
The room stood up and turned to face nothing in particular. It spat out the slicked-back man and flipped him on his side. As he briefly opened his bruised eyes it poured down, nestling around him with an anxious hiss until room, man and organism were one droning lump, ebbing along the twisted structure of metal that creaked beneath its vile mass.