The moaning girl stumbled and fumbled her way to the bathroom. Her drool covered hands pushed against the door leaving evidence of her drooly self with every step. Her mouth, which hung slightly open seemed to be spilling out drool as if a skipping milk-maid was carrying a bowl of corn syrup and with every step more would slosh this way and that.

Just how much of the vile stuff was left? She'd wonder before going about and drooling yet again. "Baaa-baaaaaaathroooooom" she ended up reading aloud the sign to the bathroom now covered in the same vile fluids as they sprayed from her lips.

If she were herself and not this drool-monster right now she'd have cleaned it. A small part of her that still remained tried to clean the muck off of the wall. "Spurgthithy" nothing. She swallowed, coughed, and tired again. "Scourgify" she pointed. Nothing - well not nothing. The wrong thing happened all together instead of her mouthy ecto-gunc disappearing into a wasteland of lost ghostly ectoplasm and disgusting dirty thingies more seemed to erupt and it began to ooze down the door with more vigilance than before.