Bandit, stripes, you and pat were sitting on the couch and you all were holding a bottle of ipecac
Bandit: Alright, you guys, I got eight crates of ipecac from Marcus, all on my tab. Now whoever goes the longest without puking gets the last piece of pie in the fridge. [Bandit, You, Pat, and Stripes drink the bottles] Okay, here we go. [pause] How's everybody doin'?
Pat: Good. Good so far.
Bandit: Alright, alright.
Y/n: Nothing yet.
Bandit: Cool, cool. You know, I don't know if any of you guys have had that pie yet, but that's...that is some tasty stuff. That's from the bake sale that Chilli was...HULLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHH!!!
Bandit threw up
Y/n: Ooh, one down, I know someone who won't be having any...BLEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
You threw up next
Stripes: I'm startin' to feel funny.
Pat: Well, I feel fine, I guess I'm gonna...HUHLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Pat then threw up
Stripes: Oh, Yeah! That means I win! I get to eat...HULEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Then stripes
Y/n: LEEEEEEEHHHHHHHH!!!! Oh...Oh, man, why didn't anybody tell me...HULLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Bandit: Oh, my Dog, my insides are on fir...LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHH!!
Y/n: No, please...no more...no more, no....LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Stripes: Mates, I'm scared! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLL!!!
Pat: Get the phone! Call nine-one-on...HULEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHH!!!
Bandit: Chilli! Chilli, Chilli, get in here...HULEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHH!!!
Pat: Okay. I think it's all gone. I think it's...HULEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH!!!
Y/n: I don't wanna, I don't wanna...HULLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHH!!
Pat: Bandit, I need you to hold my ears...LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHH!!!
Bandit: LEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Pat: BLEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
[The vomiting stops for a bit, and the whole living room is covered in puke. Chilli comes into the room with a cooking pot]
Chilli: Who wants chowder?
Bandit, Stripes, Pat and Y/n: HUUULLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHH!!
