The goo of doom was very sticky. Luke panicked, forgetting the one rule that his dad had told him when confronting goo of dooms: never panic- or freeze- even if you are inside a terribly bumpy car.
The goo of doom swam through the air to Luke, who took a deep breath and closed his eyes, forgetting, praying. The goo of doom slivered closer to the acceleration peddles. It grinned, full of evil, and showed rows upon rows of stolen shark teeth.