Tommy: Dude I'm feeling like shit, I don't know what it is...
Mark: What'd you eat? Maybe it's food-poisoning...
Tommy: Nothin' out of the norm. Just a bagel and and a big slam filled with my own urine...
Mark: Did you wear a rubber with that Cambodian hooker last weekend?
Tommy: No. Why would I?
Mark: Dude, you may have the queer flu! You might want to get checked.