When you're riffing on an idea with someone, and the words are coming so smooth & fluid & satisfying that you feel like you're losing yourself in the soft luscious cavern of their mind. And you kind of just want to stay there forever.
As Sammy realized that his whole life was coming out of his smartest orifice after days of painful constipation; he screamed with relief, "Heavens to Betsy" and slowly turned and smiled to watch himself making a tail.