Suddenly a flood of memories is triggered by the traumatic grabbing of your wrist. You don't want to be devoured in the house's plumbing by the Sentient Mold. Like a mother who suddenly gains the strength to lift a school bus to save her child, you discover that your skin can turn into nitroglycerine .
Your skin turns into nitroglycerine. It tickles and feels a little bit slimy. The explosion rocks the neighborhood.
You die. But so does the Sentient Mold.
Little bits of smoking charred Sentient Mold fall like gentle snowflakes on the surrounding town.
The End