It’s kinda been done. A good portion of Pink Floyd’s classic album (and eventual movie) The Wall take place in the main character’s hotel room, where he’s slowly succumbing to a mental breakdown while watching television, among other things. I’m sure a writer worth their ink could come up with an interesting story.
I don’t remember how it went exactly, but I read that the English language is like a bully that beats up other languages and steals their words and phrases.
“Hello Zeeba Nayba!”