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You'll go down with the likes of Marie Curie, Leo. [Yes, Donnie knows people who have died because of science... As to the question about a cup...]

I ate slime out of my hand, so why should you get anything fancier than that?

Considering I don't know who that is, I'm not reassured, Dontron. [He offers dryly back at his twin.]

Because I didn't make you eat it directly off the slime!? I literally brought it home in a jar!

She pioneered the research of radioactivity, Leon. [Said in a tone of "You should totally know this".]

You're not going to be eating it directly off me, I'll goop it into your hand first!

Dee, why would I know that? [He questions dryly back. He sighs openly, moving to drop into a crouch on Donnie's level. He extends out his palm to be gooped in.]

Alright, hit me, purple boy.

Because that's how she died, Leo. [Again, as if Leo should know this.

Ah but a palm for gooping, he reaches out a tendril and holds it over Leo's hand.]

Here goes.

[And Leo is getting gooped!]

[Yep, he is getting goop dropped into his hand. Leo makes a face at how weirdly warm it is.]

See, I made sure Gooberts goo was cold when I gave it to you, that's less weird than warm goo.

Warm means it's fresh.

[Donnie cares not for Leo's face making! He will make sure it's not a ton of goo though, that sclorps off himself into his twin's hand.]

Thanks, I hate it. [He's not as goo adverse as Donnie normally is, but this is not his favorite thing in the world.

He raises his hand up to his nose, sniffing at the slime.] Well, you're scentless, congrats.

You're welcome. [His tone is sarcastic as he says it.

And at being told he's scentless he rolls his eyes.] I assumed that much, if I stank I'm sure you would have told me.

[As to taste well, when Leo actually eats the smile? He's that flavour all purple candy seems to be, so weird not grape flavoured.]

[He eats the slime, awkwardly chewing before swallowing it down. He has no idea what to make of this initially. Its the texture that gets him.]

[What is this...]

[Leo.exe has stopped functioning.]

[He just ends up making a face. His brain comes back to him as the flavor becomes a distant back wash kind of taste in his mouth.]

You taste like... wow. Okay, not grape? The suggestion of grape three states away? New Jersey's idea of grape flavor? The vague idea of a grape from an alien whose never eaten one?

[He watches as Leo eats his goo, and his brother's reaction to it as well so that when Leo finally speaks all Donnie has to say is this:]

... That's it? [He expected something else, really.]