Gag. To the 10th gag degree. There is no fighting these gags. Involuntary gagging just goes on and on, gag, gag, gag. Then he finally cleared his throat.
Was either a toad or frog, some sort of slime-coated reptile tucked in the back of his throat. Get it out, man. Make a loogy, hack and spit. The microphone is on, it's the dinner hour. Disgusting.
Gag. Yuck. He's drooling, holy smokes, he's drooling! Abuse of class, abuse of intelligence, abuse of decent manners. The big gag.
