In another life I had to do some of my air travel in the back of C130s, DHC4 Caribous et al.
Once I had become a seasoned veteran of this luxurious mode of conveyance, the novelty wore off and amusement was the only relief from boring transits of up to 12 to 14 hours.
One game we oldies played was to convince newbies travelling on the Caribou that the best seats were right at the back.
We'd always sit under the wing, the most stable place on the whole row of seats. The seats at the back were susceptible to every pitch/yaw/roll movement that those flying trucks made, and with that huge vertical stab (tailfin), the seats at the back were like a roller coaster ride.
On to the amusement.
When we noticed a few green faces down the back, we'd surreptitiously get a tub of fruit salad or other snacks from our IFRs, empty it into a chuck bag and then do a great rendition of a person hurling their breakfast into the bag.
You'd take a few deep breaths, look down the back to the greener faces and say "Ah! that feels better!", and then reach into the chuck bag, grab a handful of fruit salad etc and scoff it down.
They usually ran out of chuck bags on those trips.
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Howz that for thread drift (still aviation related though).