When I was flying on the C-130s back in the day going TDY to do personnel drops for the Army, I would pour a can of soup in a barf bag, toss it in the oven at FS 245 and pass it back to the loadmaster who was usually camped out by the paratroop doors, using the Army folks to pass it down to him. He would get the bag, whip out a spoon start eating. Those poor grunts just knew it was barf...but it was just soup in there. We would just get finish flying a low level, yankin' and bankin' and be about 5 minutes to green light to drop, but the would lose their lunch over the soup thing but not the low level. Talk about your sentimental pukers...