Ken Kesey. Over the cuckoo's nest (№ 54078)

The black boys stoke the sucking pink mouths of the Vegetables a shade too fast for swallowing, and the Mechanical Soft squeezes out down their little knobs of chins onto the greens. The black boys cuss the Vegetables and ream the mouths bigger with a twisting motion of the spoon, like coring a rotten apple: "This ol' fart Blastic, he's comin' to pieces befo' my very eyes. I can't tell no more if I'm feeding him bacon puree or chunks of his own fuckin' tongue."
Nurses firemen too quickly, the pink mouths of the vegetables don't get ready to swallow, and the mechanical soft squeezed into their little, dripping on the green. The nurses scolded vegetables, stretch their mouths wider, Vartanov spoon, like the eye on the potato is cut, "This old fart Blastic falling to pieces before my eyes. I don't know if I have ham jelly swallows, whether your language to pieces."