Plumley dry heaves a few times before a vile batch green and yellow liquid spills from his mouth. Some of the other competitors turn their heads as the puke splashes onto the platform.
Olson notices Marcia, who is so disgusted that she’s nearly in tears. Underneath the hood, he smiles.
Then Olson points to the puddle of vomit. His eyes focus on it until it bubbles and pops. Olson motions both of his hands vigorously, as if directing a concert choir.
The bile expands and rises up from the ground, swirling and sculpting itself into the shape of a human woman. It turns to the bleachers. The vomit has taken the form of Marcia Miguelas.
The real Marcia cries out in horror.
MARCIA
You sick bastard!
Amused, Olson turns the vomit clone back towards Plumley, who is equally terrified. Olson quickly points his finger. The vomit clone leaps at Plumley, splashing and exploding all over his face. Overwhelmed, Plumley lets out a chocked scream and faints.
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