As Cairn pulls Hawthorne and Kaliban through the muck... this now being the second time for Hawthorne... he can't help but get grossed out once more as his clothes becomes damp and filthy. He mumbles under his breath...
"Ugh... somebody blows their nose, and you want to keep it? Oh. Ahhh! Ahh-hhhh..." He tried to wipe the sludge from his hands, wiping them off on the rocky hide of Cairn. "DAHHHHHH!"
When they reach the far side and he is placed up on the higher ledge, he scoops a little more muck from his pants and thwops! it at Kaliban's feet. "Egon... your mucus."