Just when I was about to go to lunch, Bob started cleaning his nose. He always does this very noisily, but today was extra-special: It sounded like a gallon of slime gushed from his nose. With those nice little interruptions that sound like there are either bubbles, or little peaces loosen from his nose before popping into the tissue.

Bob then looked down at his accomplishment.

“Oh, only blood, alright then.”

Kind of lost my appetite.