But come on—that old salt from Gorton’s sitting directly across from the salty little Morton miss, forming a perfect isosceles triangle with that Planters’ nut-job? Something vaguely Last Supper-ish about it, if you ask me.
Oh, and they’re all having a great laugh at my expense! Well, we’ll just see who laughs last, advertising mascots. I am onto you, and we will see who laughs last.