I once insisted that a suicidal man either "swallow it, or spit it out" when he was collecting rat poison in his cheeks at an alarming rate, because I could not understand a word he was saying to me.

Me: Why are you eating rat poison?

Him: (with chipmunk cheeks) Beclaush mly wofe lef me floor anover worman ann ah donut wan to flive any larger.

Me: Look. Either swallow it, or spit it out because I can't understand a damn thing you're saying.