[The small ball of paint explodes on contact and splatters all over Bulla's shirt.]
Aaah!
[It's not even very painful - she can handle being thrown well over thirty feet backward without so much as a bruise. It's more the sudden poke and the pain spattering everywhere that has her yelling.]
What the hell, Cliff?! I thought you were going to help me, not launch paint at me!
[Action]
Aaah!
[It's not even very painful - she can handle being thrown well over thirty feet backward without so much as a bruise. It's more the sudden poke and the pain spattering everywhere that has her yelling.]
What the hell, Cliff?! I thought you were going to help me, not launch paint at me!