Slide down the wall in big chunks ??
I am reminded of the poem:
the boy stood in the dining room
whence all but he had fled
it was his hundredth cup of tea
five hundredth piece of bread.
”another crust, before I bust”
he cried in accents wild
”another crust, before I bust”
(he was a vulgar child).
there came a bang, a thunderclap
the boy, oh where was he?
ask of the maid who mopped him up
amidst the bread and tea