[a mountain of phlegm] I'm over my cold now and feel quite good. But there are still the remains of the mucus in my lungs that I have taken to coughing up as a passtime. It puts me in the mind of footage of the great glaciers breaking apart, except in a more slimey sort of way. Also, there's the conflict between the wonderful sense of accomplishment one gets when one has managed to exhume a glob a few cubic liters^* in volume after only one or two coughs and the slight embarassment one might feel when one realizes that producing a mountain of phlegm bigger than a full sized great dane is not always accepted in high society or business meetings as, say, a well timed fart to punctuate a sentence.
The character is sheepishly saying, "pardon." But I must admit, it is a nice feeling getting rid of them.
*Yes, I know liter is a measure of volume. "Cubic" referred to the shape of the goobers. images/Drawings/Sketches/phlegm.png