The dusticle had a name, of course. I won't tell you, but it did. And it screamed and shouted and cursed that very name a multiplicity of times when it became apparent that its new residence was to be a nostril. The boogers, of course, were quite offended by such language being used around the younger booger children, and quickly decided that discretely "whacking" the newcomer was the only reasonable option.

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