Fun In Food Science Part 2

The fun continues…

Kagit: My story is gross. XD

Me: Already?

Kagit: Ooooooh yeah.

Here is Kagit’s masterpiece from Food Science:

Green Goo

“I can’t believe you would actually do that!” Her normally calm voice was raised in shock. He let the high pitch wash over him, and grinned. She claimed she was hard to upset, but this was too easy.

He took another finger full of the green slime and slowly licked it off of his finger. He made small noises of pleasure, relishing the gagging noises that came from her. “Yum! Still tastes like peas!” He put the open jar on the counter quickly to free himself for the oncoming assault.

She took a threatening step forward and hit him on the arm. “Seriously!? You don’t know what’s in that. We just found it in the basement. Who knows how old it is?” Her voice had kept its squealing shock, but now he could tell there was an undercurrent of anger in it as well. She wasn’t so much disgusted anymore, as she was angry with him for deliberately acting against her advice.

“Hey, hey,” he deflected her next blow gently. “The top still popped when I opened it.” He grabbed one of her wrists to stop her from hitting him again. “Baby food that’s good for your grandpa a hundred years ago is good for me now.” He grabbed the jar with his other hand and started to wave it in front of her face. “Open wide, here comes the choo-choo train!”

“Augh!” she screeched, and twisted away from him. He let her wrist go, and chuckled. Just as he was about to chase after her with the jar, his pocket began to jingle. He pulled out his phone and saw his buddy’s name lit up. He sighed and left the jar back on the counter.

“Huh, leave it to Chuck to know when something gross is going on…” He absent-mindedly answered his phone with some one-syllable word, and watched as she took the sun-faded jar from the counter and dumped its contents down the sink. A loud whirring noise started up so that she could make sure that all of the nasty green goo was gone.

He hung up the phone and walked over to the sink to stand next to her. “Aww, there goes my lunch,” he mumbled sarcastically.

There was still tension in her voice as she asked, “What did Chuck want?”

A small flicker of surprise passed through his thoughts before he realized that his phone was set to a particular jingle for when Chuck called. “He wanted to come over here and crash our movie night. I told him to go make contact with aliens instead.”

All of her hostility finally drained from her system, and she allowed a small laugh. She elbowed him good naturedly, and said, “You are nasty, did you know that?”

Pride radiated from him in a large grin. “Snips of snails and puppy dog tails, my dear. I am nothing more than what I am.” He put an arm around her back and tried to pull her in close.

She again twisted away and pointed a finger at him laughing, “Ooooh no. Not until you shower and brush your teeth and bathe in hand sanitizer!” She turned and dashed out of the kitchen and into the living room.

“Giganto Germ is coming to get you!” he called, and began to chase after her. Before he could leave the kitchen, however, his stomach twisted violently and he collapsed to his knees. As quick as the pain came on, it vanished.

Chuck busted through the back door and called out, “Oh lovebirds! Anybody home?” He jumped into the kitchen with a stupid grin on his face. It soon fell away when he saw his friend lying on the floor. “Gah! Alien!!”