Ceret Beret.

Food poisoning is no good, it ruins your entire system. It makes your consciousness go 9 miles underground, your conscience to fly up in the heaven, leaving a soul-less body finding its way to toilet and bed, panaldol and worse still, in my case, college to sit for Biology assessment.
All this lengthy grievance could be summarized into just few words in hokkien,
Wa Por Thor Car.......
Literal translation would be:
My stomach grinding.

This is human, we like to intensify our expression with long-winded description, while you can just bring it down to four words or maybe less, in your mother tongue.
'Happy Chao-angmoing,  you indoctrinated bunch', the line that I find really funny when I was discriminated against by 'my own kind', so to say. They have their point, but people like me that already, not quite yet, find balance between the lingua franca and my language derives the most benefits.

At least, I have a set of "secret codes" within my own family.