Good Man has allergies and also seems to have a cold. The poor guy has been miserable for the last several days.
“When my nose is… sloppy?”
“Runny. A runny nose,” I said.
“No, I like ‘sloppy.’ When my nose is sloppy I say something that doesn’t mean nothing.”
Good Man nodded and sniffled, “Yeah, exactly.”
A few moments later he yelled, “Yaaaaa! I feel self-tortured ’cause my nose is drowning!”