After drinking up as much as he could, Van coughed, hard. He dropped the vial, gripped his throat, and suppressed a gag. The flavor was... indescribable, and not in a good way, either.
"For the record, guys, never make me drink that again. Can't even begin to describe what that... uh, 'experience' was like..."
He stuck his tongue out, and tried to relax as the thick, syrupy liquid made its way down his throat. The aftertaste was equally repulsive, but he tried hard to keep it all down.
"Ugh... a...a zhon? Ugh, just the Beryllian phrase for ... ah... Uh, the closest approximation is 'stupid me'. Basically, I feel like an idiot. Just don't say side effects include death or something, chaa."
(("Chaa" for that matter is a semi-meaningless word. It's like saying "yeah" after every other sentence and is a filler word, in a way. The guy has a pretty strong accent, but I'm trying hard not to preserve his less-than-understandable pronunciations of his second language. "Shut up!", for example, comes off as the very bizarre "Shat ahp".))