Goresplatter accepted the nachos. He opened the packet and munched down with his tendrils. Bits of nacho covered his tentacles.
Goresplatter: "Cheers, mate, been starvin since I left for this place. I don't think I arrived at the fro-ah, ahh... achoo!"
Gore let out a massive sneeze induced by the salt from the nachos. Crumbles nacho and saliva sprayed all over the door to Arnie's office.
Goresplatter: "Ohhh crap, that ain't good. Really. That CAN'T be good. Uh oh."
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