"That's a popular misconception," Tavius said. "A vomitorium isn't
somewhere you go to throw up. The word means 'exit.'"
Ashildr sighed. "Thank you so much for setting us right on that. So where
*would* you like Clara to be sick?"
"Does she have to?"
"Yes." Clara was swaying, and looked distinctly swollen around the waist.
"It's not just my heart that stopped. I can't digest anything either.
Everything's got to come out the same way it went in."
"Remember you'll have to hang upside down over the bucket." Owen Harper
patted her on the shoulder. "Being undead's great, isn't it?"
Thinks: This is what a nice clean life leads to. Hmm, why did I ever lead one?
-- Bluebottle, in the Goon Show