"Schmoodler chuckled at his own joke. The chuckle turned into a laugh. The laugh turned into a cackle. And then Schmoodler lost all control. He bellowed and flailed his tentacles around, knocking empty bottles (and some full bottles) off tables and shelves. Then, he started choking on his thick mucus. He hacked and he coughed, and just as he was starting to turn blue, he spat up the largest loogie Choodlen had ever seen. It was the size of a baseball, and it launched all the way up to the 12-foot ceiling of the luxury space yacht and stuck there. Schmoodler didn’t seem to notice, but Choodlen kept one of his seven eyes on that mucus ball for the next several minutes as Schmoodler attempted small talk. Every now and again, a droplet would form on the end of the loogie and drip down towards Schmoodler. Choodlen was fairly certain he saw several drops land in Schmoodler’s drink, and at least one land directly in the gaping crevice of the mouth from whence it came."