Worst squelching noise ever

I was in the kitchen last night (but Sarah wasn't, ha she sees what I did thar) unpacking and cleaning chicken breasts, listening to Areta tell me a story. She gets to a point where I am supposed to contribute something to the conversation. There is a heavy, damp noise.

Cue awkward pause, followed by me saying faintly "...there is a chicken breast on my foot..." and collapsing into the sink.