"Hello," one of the men says. "My name is
Upchuck."
You nod hello to Upchuck, as you think talking may cause you to turn
his name into a verb.
"And I am Hurl," says the other man.
That's it... you lose your lunch all over their feet. What a
faux-pau! You're so embarressd. So you...
Just as you're about to dig a hole to toss your cookies into. Two
small men come wandering down the now donutless alley.