or, Sundae Bloody Sundae.
Her son dug into the sundae and “recognized the taste of blood.”
Nonsense, chopped walnuts cover up the taste nicely. 
Emphasis mine, irony Meoli’s. Maybe this Meoli character shouldn’t be questioning the intelligence of the manager while being apparently under the impression that plants bleed.
And maybe I don’t know how these machines work, but why would there be strawberry syrup in the ice cream machine? Wouldn’t it be in a separate pump?
Perhaps he meant that there was a residue of strawberry syrup in the hot fudge pump.
“You got blood in my ice cream!!”
“You got ice cream in my blood!!”
Both tasting…
Hey! A new taste treat!
Just as soon as I think that the world is progressing in the intelligence department…something always pops up.
I can’t say whether there was blood or not, but botanist
What an idiot.
Cecil–get to work! There are mountains to climb. Oy…
Oh it’s quite clear the question was meant to be, “What is he, a phlebotanist?” You know, a dude that takes fluid samples from plants.
Duh!