Yeah, how do you think I feel? [Now that the monster in him is satisfied she's been slimed, his real personality fights through again and he flicks more slime off of his hands and onto the floor.] I told you something bad was going to happen.

[Only maybe once, actually, and only because it took him forever to admit it instead of just clinging to her wordlessly and pretending not to.]

You really think a trashbag suit would work?