Midnight Pals: Gross Time

Aron Beauregard: Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I call this the tale of the putrescent pustules of penelope pimplepus
Poe: ah yes the storied world of extreme horror
Poe: certainly missed that
Barker: look at mister gothic snob over here

Poe: i'm not being a snob i just
Barker: oh it's always gotta be big old castles and psychological dread for you, doesn't it edgar
Poe:
Barker: look, sometimes we like a bit of sick

Beauregard: this is a story of crustified carbuncles, viscous vomit, and sticky slimy squishy
Beauregard:
Beauregard: slippery
Beauregard:
Beauregard: uhhhhhhhhhh
Beauregard: splunge?

Beauregard: what if there was a guy and his brain melted out in big gooey greasy grimy glops of gray matter?
Poe: excuse me, aron, that's a little intense for dean here
Koontz: no it's not!  
Koontz: stop treating me like a kid!
Koontz: i'm not scared of gross stuff! >:C

RL Stine: ha ha! that's so gross! i love it!
Stine: what else you got?
Beauregard: oh um
Beauregard: there's some
Beauregard: big gooey oozing zits?
Stine: are they oozing
Stine: GREEN slime?
Beauregard: uh
Beauregard: yes?
Stine: see? now that's how you do it

Beauregard: and some uhhhh
Beauregard: [noticing Joyce Carol Oates' foot] verucas! yes! there were some verucas!
Beauregard: i mean
Beauregard: vomitous verucas

Beauregard: so this house is filled with really gross trash  
Beauregard: bacon rinds and chicken bones
Beauregard: drippy bits of ice cream cones
Beauregard: Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel
Beauregard: Gluppy glumps of cold oat meal

Beauregard: check this out
Beauregard: [picks nose]
Stine: ha ha! gross! ha ha!
Beauregard: watch this
Beauregard: i'm gonna eat it!
King: ha ha! no way! no way you're gonna do it!
Beauregard: I'm doing it!
King: oh my g-
King: Holy shit he's doing it!
King: the absolute madman!!