So... last night at the 10 PM screening a woman came out of the theater and told us—utterly mortified—that she had thrown up. It was the anal hook that did it. She was sober and so, so, so very sorry. We told her it was okay, asked here roughly where we could find it, and asked people after the screening to look down and make sure they didn't step in it. Then we went to look for it. To clean it up before the next audience came in.
AND WE COULDN'T FIND IT.
She was sure she had puked—positive—but there was no evidence in the theater. We looked everywhere. I shudder to think what might have happened. It was a HUMP! audience, after all...
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In an agony of propriety, she vomited into her purse.
—Stephen King, The Revenge of Lard Ass Hogan
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