As Mr. Yuan walked away toward the sound of a possible customer, Raijin stared down at himself. He was covered here and there with various items of unknown origin. His arms, torso, and even his back, had some kind of liquid and powdery substance all over it. Some of it still hung in the air. He spat. The remainder of one particular ingredient still lingering on his taste buds.
"Bleh! Nasty!" He exclaimed, and promply wiped his mouth on the back of his arm. Checking himself over, nothing seemed to ache, except his pride.
Still on his knees,he began the arduous task of "Clean-up." Raijin started opening the garbage bag and picking up the first cracked jar in front of him. After lifting it though,he recalled what Mr. Yuan had said; they were fragile...
All to late in his realization, The jar broke in his hand, spilling most of the liquid gooey contents all over his, well... Crotch...
"Aww Man! Gross!!!" he sighed in annoyance. Looking at his shorts, he could feel that the goo had soaked through right to his Package. It looked like he'd just woken up from a HUGE wet dream. Raijin blushed. Lucky for him, he was alone, otherwise he'd be rather embarrassed. Still, it felt kinda nice. With his still gooey hand, he rubbed it in a little and then lifted it to his nose. As a faint smell wafted in the air, he sniffed his hand.
"What is this junk, anyway?" He pondered. Picking up the pieces of the now broken jar, he found the label was still in tact.
It read...