Slovva nodded. "Yes. My favourite power. Force Slime." He took up the wriggling slimey ball of Force, then shoved it in his mouth.
"Mmm-ah-mmm," he mumbled as his tongue wrestled with the slime oozing ball of Force. Then with a mighty gulp and gurgle, he swallowed it whole.
"Ah, that's much better." He patted his tummy. Then burped. "Oh. Pardon me."
With his Force back, he was now able to leviate himself. "Hop on my back," he said to the girl. "I'll give you a lift to the lunchroom. Can't wait for that Swiss string-cheese pudding...."
Veni, Vidi, Velcro. (I came, I saw, I stuck around)