Spore's case was covered in the physical brown grime of years of ciggarette smoke. I could just imagine some fervent writer over Spore's keyboard in the 1950s and 60s, chainsmoking as he clicked and clacked away on the Remington. The owner seemed rather posessive of his typewriter, for I found stamps of the owner's initials -- HKA -- tattooed about 10 times all over Spore's body. Perhaps in a drunken fit of enraged writer's block??
I found the owner's name on a tag inside as well, Herschel K. Allen. Herschel, whomever he may be, remains a vivid character in my imaginings about Spore's history.
Tragically, Spore is no longer with us. After being cleaned and fixed and wrote upon a little, he slipped back into his old ways, and I found he had not only regrown the smelly, spore-y mold all over himself, but spread it to Stan's case, much to my dismay. Stan's case had to be thrown away, and Spore was put to rest for good. Here is his tribute.