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I woke up this morning to find that Ra had been sick to his stomach overnight, and when I say sick I mean s-i-c-k sick. The little bugger practically left me a maze of vomit that I have to navigate to the door if I want to actually egress. I do indeed want to egress so of course I need to break out the paper towels and a disposable bag to begin picking up the mess bit by bit (Yes, I have these supplies stockpiled in my room now). While this is never a pleasant process today's chore is particularly odious: I don't think I've ever seen him produce such a large quantity for me to clean up.