"Mm, it was a little sticky, a little fishy, a little bitter, and a little slick. What a rich texture. I'd never imagined something like a Crystal cluster could have so many layers of flavor. Maybe it would taste even better with Mexican Hot Sauce. Mm, they also seemed to discharge electricity. When my tongue touched them, there was a faint prickling sensation. Pretty nice."
Rapidly sweeping his incredibly flexible tongue across a large patch of ground beneath him, Deadpool lay in the darkness like a dog. He paused to savor it, then turned his head and reported his findings to the guys in the Livestream.
"." The guys in the Livestream collectively stated a fact in speechless fashion.
Wade saw it. His body stiffened for a moment, but he soon shrugged it off and spoke in a sleazy voice:
"Ah, so that's what happened. I touched my own ass with my hand earlier, then the pus and blood leaking from my rectum got on my hand. When I felt around the surroundings, it transferred onto the crystals. So what I'm licking now is actually my own blood, right? No big deal. I bite my own fingernails for fun when I've got nothing to do. Who hasn't eaten their own boogers? It's not dirty at all. It's a cycle."
After that, he spouted even more nonsense—about how boogers tasted different in different seasons, tips on how to smell peeled-off foot skin after placing it beneath one's nostrils, the four ways to eat one's own fingernails, and so on.
In short, the Livestream was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
Still, joking around was only one part of it. They had already gathered the information they needed: aside from the pus and blood, these crystals had no taste at all, and they