I was once placed inside a giant centrifuge.
It was a bit odd at first, but I slowly got used to the tremendous G-forces any my eyeballs bugging out. Then (maybe in response to the fast sideways motion of the chamber's interior across my vision) my stomach began to grumble, and soon enough I hoyed up its contents all over the visor of my helmet. It was pinky-orange, full of odd lumps and utterly vile - it was even worse when it started running down the inside of my helmet into my protective suit. Perhaps it was just as well that my stomach was already empty, as the smell made me want to retch again.

Shortly after I exited the rapidly-rotating vomitarium, I was fired from NASA and my childhood dreams of becoming an astronaut were mercilessly dashed.
( The Mock TurtIe ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Thu 7 Jan 2010, 21:31, Reply)