Here's my entry, for "Furred Worms"
Excerpt from an interview with Heshe, the first human to take up with the Worms.
… and another thing you gotta know about the Worms, is that they’re real finicky about manners. Of course you shouldn’t touch their fur without permission, but it’s much deeper than that. A worm in a cape speaks last, it’s rude to ask their opinion too early. A spoon is a good birthday present, but a knife is an invitation to courtship. They aren’t particular about who’s shacking up with who, but another fellow gave his two lovers a dagger each, and when they found out, the only thing left of him was a big boneless knot of flesh.
Otherwise, they’re friendly. Never had an empty belly since I joined the cult. You’d think creatures without hands would be dismal at cooking, but I never had such a hearty leek and turtle stew in my life. They expect you to work for your keep, and since I got thumbs, I’ve been really useful in helping with their paperwork, but if you pull your weight, it’s as pleasant as any kingdom above ground. Just watch your step around the mercury.
Unrelated, any chance you’ve got a bezoar? I’ve been pissing blood ever since I fell in the Mirror Pool.