Oh no, that poor shirt. This guy clearly needs some fashion help anyways (are those tattoos on him? Skipper's never seen real tattoos before, the kind that don't wash off), but even so, his shirt doesn't deserve that kind of ooey gooey fate.

"Oh. Are you, like, a scientist?" she asks, wincing at the grossosity but totally curious, and says, "I'm Skipper and I was looking for something to eat--" as she offers her hand to shake his now-slightly-cleaner one.