I'd be super upset, personally. Mostly because, wow, what an embarrassing way to go. If it happens, I promise to laugh only a little bit.

[ He grins over his shoulder at her as he's running forward, meeting the woman and attempting to calm her, directing her to go home and stay indoors. She nods frantically and continues running.

The blob is still-- sliding? slithering? rolling?-- towards them, and when Peter lifts his gun to fire, it suddenly stretches and splits into two with a loud, wet squelching sound. Peter pulls a face at that, disgusted, and then opens fire at the first blob. A bolt of electricity hits it dead on, and it sizzles, sparks, until finally exploding into piles of gunk. ]

--Oh, gross. What the hell, man.