Hoop-tober the Ninth Chapter Twenty-Five: Formic Acid Bath

"Look! Held together with saliva!"
"Yeah! Spit's all that's holding me together right now, too."

You know how this works, I think: cold war anxieties infused most '50s science fiction movies with high dread of nuclear-related destruction, transformation, and infestation. Starring: interchangeable squarejaws and neat practical effects.