Yeah. Like formaldehyde. [ It's punctuated by the high-pitched whine of his blasters, and quickly on the heals of that noise is the loud squelching noise of a blob exploding. ]
Or sewer sludge.
But they kinda look like big things of jelly, right? Or jello? Like, stick a few random fruits in one of these bad boys, and I could totally see 'em hanging out on a picnic table.
[ The mental image is probably not as wholesome as one would want it to be. Kasumi says something along the lines of "That's even worse," but her words are drowned out by the sound of electricity crackling through the air and at another blob before it explodes. ]
Yeah, I don't think I even want to see a thing of jello after this. Gross.
[ Peter sighs dramatically, so as to be heard over the sound of another few exploding blobs; the heat from his gun makes more than a few sizzle and boil at points, though thankfully it doesn't kick up anything noxious. ]
So that's a no to the jello festival in a couple weeks, huh?
[ She startles him a little when she lands beside him, though it thankfully does nothing to affect his aim. The last blob on his side of the street explodes in a wet splash, coating a mailbox and a patch of sidewalk.
He doesn't envy whoever has to clean all this junk up. ]
[ Yeah, no kidding. Kasumi is a little sorry for whoever's car she just totally gunked up with dead blob as she takes care of the last one on her side. It's a nice car, too. ]
Hopefully we end up somewhere nicer next time we go out, huh? As in, not on the streets with a bunch of nasty goo-things?
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Or sewer sludge.
But they kinda look like big things of jelly, right? Or jello? Like, stick a few random fruits in one of these bad boys, and I could totally see 'em hanging out on a picnic table.
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[ The mental image is probably not as wholesome as one would want it to be. Kasumi says something along the lines of "That's even worse," but her words are drowned out by the sound of electricity crackling through the air and at another blob before it explodes. ]
Yeah, I don't think I even want to see a thing of jello after this. Gross.
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So that's a no to the jello festival in a couple weeks, huh?
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Tough luck, Quill--
[ she stops in the middle of her sentence to jump away from another blob, landing next to him. ]
But you're going to have to find another date for that. I'm a busy woman, you know.
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He doesn't envy whoever has to clean all this junk up. ]
I know, I know.
Maybe a raincheck, then?
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Hopefully we end up somewhere nicer next time we go out, huh? As in, not on the streets with a bunch of nasty goo-things?
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[ He holsters one blaster, keeping the other in hand -- just in case. One never knows with this place, evidently. ]
Actually, I was thinking jello shots next time.
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Now we're talking.
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Good to know the situation hasn't soured your good taste.
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But green's the best flavor.
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Red is where it's at.