Toxic blood

To Burgleman’s surprise, gouts of melted green plastic and chunks of rubber began to rain down on the mall’s parking lot.  He jumped backward, trying to get under the awning of his store before he, too, was hit.
He didn’t move fast enough.  Before he took a step, his face, neck, and shirt were splattered by the green slime.  Startled and sickened, Burgleman Hastily wiped the sticky stuff off his face with his hands.
The liquid was thick, and had a particular metallic smell--not unlike the electronic smell of his storeroom.  As Burgleman looked at the stuff on his hands, another chunk of black rubber dropped to the ground at his feet.  Despite a feeling of mounting horror, Burgleman bent down to examine the debris.
He discovered that it wasn’t rubber at all.  Nor was the stuff on his shirt melted plastic.  The black rubber was really chunks of Godzilla’s flesh, blasted away from the creature’s body.  And the green goo was… Godzilla’s blood.
Burgleman gagged and rushed to the bathroom at the back of the store, but when he turned on the water, nothing came out.  In desperation, he ran to the tiny refrigerator and used some cold bottled water to rinse off.  He tore off his shirt, balled it up, and threw it into the trash bin.
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Dan [sic] Burgleman couldn’t walk.  He couldn’t even stand anymore.  The sickness had come on him fast, before he knew what hit him.
And it hit him hard.
Gagging, he rushed back to the restroom and began to vomit.  Since he was totally unnerved by what had happened to him, the vomiting and nausea that hit him in waves didn’t surprise him at first--even though he never thought he would hurl just because of a little gore.
But when the symptoms got much more violent, Burgleman began to worry.  He decided he’d better leave the store and find help.  In the distance, he could hear sirens wailing.
But try as he might, Burgleman just couldn’t control the spasms in his gut.  Long after everything was out of his stomach, Burgleman still felt the convulsions rip through his abdomen.
He was so sick he couldn’t move, couldn’t walk.  He just gagged and writhed on the tile floor of his store’s restroom.