Paradoxcicle

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"It's been so long since I've seen anyone as moist as me!" Gillion continued excitedly.

"Oh, hold on a second..." Slimecicle grinned, "are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Backflipo began walking away, "nope, whatever mess you guys are about to make I'm not cleaning it."

"You ready?" Slimecicle bounced excitedly on his feet, ignoring the growing concern from everyone besides Gillion. Standing on the counter meant that the two of them were almost at eye level with one another.

Gillion wasn't sure until Slimecicle raised his hand, and then he knew exactly what was happening, "oh, I'm ready."

"Yeah good idea Backflipo I'm leaving too," Xiv quickly started backing out.

"Dap..." Slimecicle started.

"Me..." Gillion joined, raising up his own hand.

"Up!" the two of them yelled, throwing their hands together into an unholy squelch that sent little bits of slime flying in all directions. Xiv and Backflipo got themselves behind a wall in time, but Robert was unfortunate enough to have still been sticking his camcorder around the corner as a bit of slime hit his lens.

He began desperately trying to wipe it off on his shirt, "ew, ew, ew- oh, please don't tell me that's smudged it," he pointed his camera back out and grimaced, "goddamn it, everything's blurry...and kind of green..."

In the kitchen, meanwhile, Gillion was confused why he hadn't been able to grab onto a hand after he hit Slimecicle's, until he looked and realised there was no hand left for him to dap.

"Oh ssshit, I dapped your hand off- you're never gonna be able to dap up another moisture master again!" Gillion worried.

Slimecicle waved his (lack of a) hand, "pssh, it'll grow back, I've gone through worse. Never had a dap quite as strong and wet as that one though!"

"Hey, pendejos, what the fuck are you talking about?" Backflipo got their attention and dragged them back to reality.

"Dry guys would never understand," Slimecicle crossed his arms.

"Are you going to come and clean yourself up, at least?" Xiv glared at him, "Charlie's probably gonna try and kick your ass if he comes back to this."

Slimecicle finally took a look at the damage, seeing that little pieces of his hand were not only on every wall and cupboard in the kitchen but there was also a fair bit now strewn across the floor of the hallway outside. He noticed Gegg, too, standing in the midst of the carnage, some slowly dripping from its glasses.

"Oh. Whoops."

"Yeah, speaking of, they've been gone a while now," Robert mentioned, having seen PM 11:09:21 on his camcorder internal clock; almost an hour and a half since Charlie and the others had set off.

"I think that was probably to be expected," Xiv shrugged, assuming they'd just gotten caught up in some kind of side quest somewhere along the way.

Slimecicle hopped down from the kitchen counters and did a little walk around the area, gathering his slime as he went. Backflipo did a different kind of cleaning up by collecting the signs Gegg had started leaving around the house- they seemed to mostly be messages for a presidential campaign, though Backflipo couldn't see who Gegg was trying to appeal to by just putting them around Charlie's house. It also continued to make no sense how that egg kept pulling out more and more signs the size of its body from out of nowhere.

Through the whole process Goobleck was of no help, up until now he'd been absent but as people were trying to walk around he seemed to have decided it was the perfect time to be a 2 foot ball of slime on the floor. It was fair to say that Robert was just a little pissed when he got tripped up on the way to grab a towel to clean his camcorder, almost smashing said camcorder on the ground as a result.