[ Laios moves. Not fast enough, but he does move, which means the honey hits about half his body as he stumbles into the very shiny room. He freezes as soon as he realizes what's happening but oh, it's too late. He's so sticky, and covered in glitter from the knees down. ]
What a weird trap...
[ Oh he's so sticky, but there's nothing for it, really, except to turn around and hold his arm up like a very thin umbrella. ]
It's honey, and I don't feel anything else weird. It's probably not dangerous.
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What a weird trap...
[ Oh he's so sticky, but there's nothing for it, really, except to turn around and hold his arm up like a very thin umbrella. ]
It's honey, and I don't feel anything else weird. It's probably not dangerous.