with streams of protons, we go after remnants of the dead, we zap then trap, and store them at home. with a big white box that opens wide, we capture slime, while cracking wise. if you see is running to you, please keep running away, but just remember this, who you gonna call?

I am a shadow of the world, yet all can see me clear. I show what stands before me, but nothing that is near. Some swear they glimpse their soul when gazing at my face, Yet try to cross my surface, and you’ll never change your place.

The stone is darker than midnight, it may be carved with marbled white stories. Made for strength and protection, this geological darkness is also a Pokemon.

The more nonsensical I am, the better I work Once broken , I'm useless

I can be found at the bottom of a fleet, Or discarded from the corn you eat. I am the frame that keeps out the sea, Or the husk left behind for all to see. What am I?