Imagine being bonbi's personal tissue boy. You don't carry her tissues, you ARE, in fact, her tissue. Imagine bonbi's nasal trumpet blowing massive amounts of wet, creamy snot into you. Imagine the warm yellowish green slime sticking all over you, you try to rub it off but it just sticks to your hands, then you try to rub that off and it sticks to your pants and it's just impossible to get that gooey, goopy mess off your body. Eventually it hardens and sticks you in place, your hands stuck to your body where you tried to wipe them off and bonbi has to soak you in warm water to dissolve your bindings.