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Usage examples of splat.

Some human could come along at any time, suffering from a slight case of arachnophobia or simply a desire to clean up, and splat!

Tally gulped, forcing herself to watch all the way down, until the guy was caught by his bungee jacket a few seconds before splatting.

The specially loaded paintball arced through the air and splatted against the side of the container, marking it with a splotch of glowing chemical mixture.

As a forkload hit his lips, a big, gooey blob of garlicky ricotta slid out of the pasta tube and splatted on the front of his white shirt.

Instinctively, Vendes loosed another gob of goo, but it seemed to pass right through the charging woman to splat harmlessly against the wall.

I have had a night of untarnished creativity and this joke just popped out like a final splat of Alizarin Crimson.

A bird wheeled there: straight above, white and delicate-looking, and utterly uncontrite as it dropped another missile which landed with a liquid yellow splat between her outstretched legs.

I was tired of hiding in a church, tired of ducking splat balls, tired of dunking my mail in saltwater, and tired of being scared.

I could tell kingwood from pearwood, splats from stretchers, and frets from friezes.

There was the splat of another microexplosion overhead, but the corkscrew turns of the chute kept any missile from reaching him.

I was picked up and shaken until my teeth fell out and splatted against the deck like hailstones.

The flopear had also survived, he remembered, falling with his club off the cliff and down, down, to land with a probable splatting sound.

As he maneuvered the rented Corsica out of the parking lot, snow splat ted against his windshield in big, wet flakes, and he turned his wipers on to keep up with the pace.

Queueing at the snack stall with all the other weight problems and skin conditions, among the multiple single mothers in crayon-color beachwear, the splat and splotch of English skin, beneath treated hair, and all the sticky children each needing its tin of drink, Richard watched the joggers pounding the outer track in scissoring shellsuits of magenta, turquoise, of lime or sherwood green.

The other Nagamar came tumbling down the passage and circled about her in a slippery gleaming mob, bringing with them the smell of mud and vegetation and their own bitter tang, flat webbed feet splatting noisily on the planks, long long fingers fluttering, voices whistling and chirping, dipping in and out of audibility.