1: Blue orbs

"It will be ready tonight won't it? WON'T IT!?"
"Y-y-yes miss." Mr.Pompedi stammered, hoping reverently that the sharp potato nife hovering split millimetres away would not come slashing down on his throat. Unfortunately Calie had other ideas, "I don't need you anymore. Goodnight slimeball." she whispered as she wiped the blood off her hands.....