Green Goo of Doom

Santa Clarita CA.  Twelve year old Quentin Arbuckle was injured at a local Chuck E. Cheeses today while playing a modified game of Whack-a-Mole.  The game had gotten pretty intense and young Arbuckle found himself pounding away at the targets with great enthusiasm.   That enthusiasm springs from his own dislike of the "mole" - in this particular case, little statuettes of George W. Bush.  "I really don't like that guy, " Arbuckle said. "I suppose it doesn't help much that my older brother lost his left earlobe in Iraq."  But that's another story.  The question of how the machine got modified is under investigation, but there is an unsubstantiated rumor that Republican party canvasers were massed around it soon after election night.

Arbuckle showed up at the Santa Clarita emergency ward screaming in pain from a face injury. "He had green goo oozing from the side of his face," said the triage nurse.  Fortunately he only had to wait two hours for treatment; it was an otherwise quiet evening at the hospital.   The goo in question was evidently emitted from an impostor in the game he was playing.  It seems that in his Whack-a-Mole fury Arbuckle actually encountered a statuette of Dick Cheney.  And he actually gave it a good sound whack.  "That part felt pretty good," Arbuckle said.  But that was when the trouble started.  "Cheney's head exploded," and emitted a dense, green oozy goo that struck him an inch below the eye.

Turns out that it was heavily laden with hydrofluoric acid.  "Young Mr. Arbuckle is very lucky he was hit in that exact part of the face," claimed Dr. Schmegma.  "The toxic goo was effectively stopped and neutralized when it dissolved Quentin's cheek bone. Had he been struck an inch higher, in the eye, it would have eaten all the way through his brain, like a bookworm.  Possibly he'd be dead. At very least he'd be stuck voting for psychotics the rest of his life."  

(For those who may be unclear on the point : The town of Santa Clarita does exist.  And so does Chuck E. Cheeses and the game Whack-a-Mole.  Everything else in this story is a figment of the imagination. Any names used herein that might resemble those of people real or imagined, living or dead, do so by accidental coincidence or divine miracle.)