Vom

Bogle the diplomat tried to hide the sound of his gagging as he vommed the night away.

Then the waft of puke and stale bourbon reaches my nostrils and I get that shorp^([sic]) taste in my mouth that you get when you know you're going to vom.

“Okay, boss. Boss. You're short-circuiting. We wrote great jokes. Stay the course.” “Absolutely. Yeah, you're right. Um... yeah. I'm gonna make a pit stop at the bathroom for a quick vom. And then, yeah, I'll be right back.” “That's my girl!”