Now, call me picky, call me anything you wish (as long as it's not late for breakfast), but once I've actually worked up enough appetite to want to eat something, finding that it's not possible tends to put a little dampener on the day.
Justin's "low fat low taste primordial slime in a jar" that he insists is mayonnaise is, of course, plentiful. It shall not sully my palate, my dears, oh no.
The little bugger's been sneaking my mayo, I swear. Let him just wait until I get my hands on him.