Throw up" Victor said.

Bacteria, he believed, would run up his arms and gain access to his brain through his ear canals. "Vomit. Puke. Spew. Disgorge. Regorge. Discharge- like excrement."
"Victor, stop it!" Doll snapped. "You're making me nauseous."
"Talk--vomit words. Sound and sound alike," he said.

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