"OK, stand back," you say.

    <<HOO-BLAECH-PLTT!!!>>

    You uke all over the floor.

    "There it is," you say, pointing to the chunkiest part of the puddle of vomit.

    "Oh, um... thanks, Brad," says Sarah.

    Sarah uses a spatula and scoops her project up into a zip-lock(tm) bag.

    Go up to Pam's room.

    Go to the van.

    Go bonk Sandy.