Most of that goo stuck to her feet as she tried to raise them, almost like tar as it started to engulf her legs, tendrils shooting up under her skirt, making short work of her underpants, shredding the cotton and absorbing as the desk collapses, Jojo properly jarred as she flops to the ground.

"Oof," Jojo exhilerated as she slowly calmed her mind. "It's goo after all... what harm can it do," But she soon moaned a choras as her underpants were destroyed.