You wrapped Stan in your black goo tentacle and covered his mouth with your goo tentacle that protrudes from your back.

Stan: Stan licks your tentacle black goo

You stopped, plainly disgusted, and dropped Stan, causing him to land on his butt.

Stan: “What? It’s just goo. Do you know how many times my dad’s friends have spilled their beer on me or something? I’m basically a walking, talking, moving sponge.”

Stan: “But it’s actually a pretty nice goo.”

Stan’s smirking