Sure, whatever. Just remember–someday, you’re going to want some Mountain Dew, and you’re going to tell someone, and then it’s you and me eating mashed potatoes in the Losers Lodge.
Eh. I’ve eaten with worse. And just imagine how much fun we’d have dishing on those poor saps eating coconut soup back at camp while we’re yukking it up drinking mai tais and sexually harassing the resort staff.