True story: As a child of about 4, I saw my father eating yellow mustard on his burger and wanted to try some. Prior to that I had only ever had ketchup. My mother was opposed to this for reasons I can't really fathom (although now I realize she was just one of you and decades early). My father won out, if I recall, by claiming I probably wouldn't like it anyway. Well, I tried it, I loved it, and never ate ketchup again until decades later as an adult. At the height of my frenzy I used to make myself yellow mustard sandwiches. Yes, I am a monster.
I will see you on the field of battle. When I find you in my crosshairs, I will weep for your family. I will weep for your wrongness. But I will do my duty. Long live yellow mustard, the Divine Condiment God King.
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