Quinn winced as the spell hit him, but he didn't feel much. Then, there was a slight tickle at the back of his throat. He coughed, and a couple tiny slugs flew out onto the ground. Quinn grimaced.

Gross.

The thought of slugs being in his throat made him want to throw up, but... that seemed a little weak. They needed to make this believable.

"C-come on, Kins-"

Quinn belched, and a few more small slugs spattered out onto the ground.

"Come on, Kinsay, you can do better than that."