[The trash can was a good call. Michael sits down, grabs it, and hacks up a big glob of black gunk. It lands in the can with a wet splat. That's fine; that's honestly the better sound. When it starts to vaporize a little, he draws a knife from somewhere within his coat and stabs it. Apparently stabbing things without blood or viscera is still fine!]
tw: emeto
Which thing are we talking about...?