Julie caught herself too late, the words already out there, making a nuisance of themselves, transforming before her eyes into curling beasts and microbes, landed gentries and odd snippets of limbs, flying like they had wings.
"You-" began Paul but by then his mouth was filled by ulcers.
Julie looked ashamed, her face all entrails and missed opportunities, and then burst into laughter. Paul's face was a mass of buboes, like a pot of heavy plum preserve. "You look...like...I forget the name." The giggles overcame her, sucking her down even further into the ground so that only her head an shoulders remained visible.
The ulcers slipped out while no one was looking, crawled soundlessly along the floor to coagulate by the Grandfather clocks.
"I'll be wanting to have words," said Paul as Julie slipped under, her breath like condensed milk.