Thats a spicy coverup

Jessie the Geneticist was trying to create the world's first living wall when the door to her lab slammed open. "Jessie," yelled her assistant, Mr. Brown. "It's an emergency! The venus flytrap ate an important visitor!" "Drats!" yelled Jessie. "Looks like we need a coverup!"

Jessie entered the greenhouse with a grim look on her face. In the centre of the room stood the Venus fly trap, it’s heads glistened in the warm light. Blood dripped from between it’s jaws and on the floor before it lay something that could have once resembled a scientist

The scientist look as if he had been dead for days, if not weeks. She turns to the boy beside her. “We need a cover up.” He says, seeming to talk to the thin air. She runs her fingers through her hair, everything sinking in. “If we do not come up with something, we are doomed”

She begins to salivate uncontrollably, eyes only getting wider. The scientist looks at her compelled scooting closer to her. Every breathe she took became more monstrous and abnormal. “Is everything alright” he asked not sure how to feel.

“Not really, no.” She says, eyes wild and fingers clenched. “That wasn’t ketchup, it was sriracha sauce. Those were the spiciest nuggets I've ever tasted. My mouth is aflame!”