Hundreds of worms make up the body of this foulsome creature, swarming and wriggling restlessly. But the creat

Hundreds of worms make up the body of this foulsome creature, swarming and wriggling restlessly. But the creature doesn't seem alarmed — it turns to you and nods. It seems a gesture of politeness only. — The worms have no eyes, and their common 'body' no true head, only a simulacrum of the form that came before. "Hello, guest," says the bodiless voice. "What do you need from the Wriggling Man?"