"Crush me to death?"
Orochimaru's deathly pale face had turned purple, and strange rasping sounds came from his throat.
In his life, he had met people who wanted to kill him, capture him, and even die with him, but never anyone who hesitated over whether to crush him to death because he looked "unappetizing."
"Forget it. Just looking at you kills my appetite."
Son Goten curled his lip, his fingers about to tighten and give this "creepy auntie" a physical send-off.
Just then, Orochimaru's snake pupils abruptly narrowed to slits. If he could not win with strength, he would compete in sheer disgustingness.
Orochimaru's jaw suddenly dislocated in a grotesque fashion, his mouth opening impossibly wide.
Then two wet hands reached out of his mouth and braced against his upper and lower jaws.
"Bleurgh-"
With a wet, slippery sound that made the scalp crawl, a brand-new Orochimaru covered in transparent slime "slid" out of the old body Son Goten was holding by the throat.
The sight was even more appetite-destroying than ramen left to go sour for a week.
The new Orochimaru landed on the roof tiles, strands of mucus still dangling from his body, his venomous gaze fixed on Son Goten.
All that remained in Son Goten's hand was a light, limp, empty human skin.
"Holy shit!"
Startled by the disgusting sensation, Son Goten flung the skin away as though he had been electrocuted.
He looked at his palm. It was coated in a slippery, unidentified fluid that even carried a foul, fishy stench.
"You're so damn disgusting!"
Son Goten felt awful all over, every hair on his body standing on end as he backed away three steps in disgust.
"If we're fighting, just fight! What's with spitting everywhere? Are you some kind of slug monster? You're even filthier