[ He's just so resigned to this and like, actually pretty hungry (something about being in cars, even questionable ones like this, seems to stimulate feelings of snackiness) that his annoyance with all this food throwing is basically at base levels. He just plucks it out. Pops it in his mouth. ]
Tastes fine to me.
[ And by "fine" he means "sweet" and ain't nothing keeping your boy from thinking that sugar is the good shit. Could do without the little bits of orange powder residue but man beggars can't be choosers. ]
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Tastes fine to me.
[ And by "fine" he means "sweet" and ain't nothing keeping your boy from thinking that sugar is the good shit. Could do without the little bits of orange powder residue but man beggars can't be choosers. ]