All these flavors, and you chose salty.

Frangible? A mix of fried, tangent, and crucible? Fraught, angelic, and collapsible? Fritos, Anglican, and combustable?

Looks like a steampunk fever dream’s Noah's ark.

Jesus. The odor emanating from that picture: antibiotic free goat milk, zebra dung, medieval suit of armor detritus and permeating through all? Smug.

You shut your whore mouth, marchman.