You swipe your tongue across the back of Milton's throat -- just like Uncle Bud taught you.

    This instantly produces a gag reflex in Milton, and he horks right into your face.

    Having sucked in all that air, however, you let go with a giant burst of air which repels most of Milty's puke right back at him.

    Just then Katie enters the basement.

    "Hi, Brad-- woah!  You horked all over Milty!"

    "No, no," you say.  "See, I farted, Milton passed out, and then I stuck my tongue down his throat, and Milty horked all over himself."

    "Oh," says Katie.  "Now I see."

    Milton comes back to consciousness and sits up.

    "You OK, Milty?" you ask.

    Milton says something either completely nonsensical or Greek, then stands up and walks out the basemnet door, his face still coated in his own puke.

    "Anyhow, Brad," says Katie, "Sandy's looking for you."

    "Katie, do you like me?" you ask.

    "You smell kinda nasty sometimes, Brad, but you're all right."

    Katie walks upstairs.

    "Whoo-hoo!" you think to yourself.  "Maybe she'd do me."
 


    Take a nap.

    Go to Sandy's.

    Go dig in the mulchpile.