Splat!

Betelgeuse didn’t bother to inspect the fluids on his palm as he bit into a cockroach with a sickening crunch. He then whirled around to face you, a goofy grin plastered on his face as he smoothed out his unkempt hair.

He rocked back on his heels, clasping his hands together before uttering, “Well then, how about a kiss for the ol’ Beej, toots?”

Betelgeuse could sense the hesitation, causing him to snicker before hocking up a loogie. Which he promptly spit into his breast pocket.