For a while he ate them. They were quite tasty, although a bit salty, but then he began to think (it takes a while for Dick thought processes to come up to speed), "Why am I putting it back in my body after my nose went to all that trouble to expel it in the first place? It has no nutritional value, when you blow your nose you don't lick it off your hankie". (Well, actually, Dick once had a waitress who was partial to doing that, but then she had lots of disgusting habits. Dick still remembers the time when she was preparing cucumbers for a salad, he was skimming the greasy crust off of the dripping, and ... but thats another story).

It was after that he decided to try the "pick and flick" technique. This was quite good fun and Dick became quite a good shot (Dead Eye Dick, or I suppose it should be Dead Nose Dick). After a while all the surfaces in the Diner were covered in little green dots. They were stuck to walls, on the ceiling, on the floor, on the back of unsuspecting customers, everywhere. Some were quite artisic, with a few of Dick's nose hairs tastefully sprouting out.

Anyway, one day Dick was out driving with the window down and felt something hit his cheek. When he rubbes the spot he found it was not the bug he had thought, but someone elses flicked bogie. Someone had rolled a freshly picked bogie between his or her fingers and idly flicked it at a passing car.

"Disgusting!" thought Dick (these things are all in the mind of the perceiver - or receiver for that matter). So from that day Dick decided to do the gracious thing and use his hanky. When that got just too stiff and crunchy to use (after all, it did serve the double purpose as dishcloth, and so would get quite soiled after only a couple of months) Dick started to use his sleave.