The slime was one of many. It didn't seem particularly special, in fact it would occasionaly just stop.

  The fact that it was special had no affect on it when a passing adventuerer scooped it into a bottle. The excited newbie didn't even bother to examine her new companion in detail. Slimes are an uncommon creature but utterly unnoteworthy.

  Dale watched the world from his little bottle. Even thinking was a struggle. He knew somthing was wrong. Dale couldn't focus to figure out what was wrong. Dale waited. Dale ate. Dale slowly thought.

  Dale knew the box was weird so once he found it he focused on it. Aftersome time Dale realised the left numbers were how strong he was. The right numbers were how good at being strong Dale was.

  One day Dale was being fed. Dale's food stopped making him not hungry when he ate a lot. The not hungry food made dale feel like he could be stronger. Dale decided to make the number he was best at being strong with bigger.

  Dale wasn't sure what happened. Dale noticed his food was making him less hungry again. Dale kept eating.

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  Whenever Dale was fed enough to make his number bigger he did so. Slowly Dale noticed he needed more food to make his number bigger the bigger it got. Dale's not hungry numbers got bigger which helped, but he needed more food faster than he could keep more food.

  Dale decided that the next time he got a chance he would make the number he was second best at next.

  Dale Felt like a genius.