Alright!
(He’d inhale, like he was the big bad wolf, when suddenly he spat out what looked like black goo)
It’s poison. Blinds the poor soul unlucky enough to get hit in the eyes by it.
Well I wouldn’t be so underestimating! For I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the electricity, that charges the phone of Justice! I am, DARKWING DUCK