“I resent that. I resent this entire conversation, actually. I’m a really nice man that just so happens to enjoy the finer things in life, like rainbow sprinkles and fizzy drinks, rather than evil food-clouds and peanut guts. Sanity, or lack thereof, has nothing to do with it.”
"Honestly? I resented it when you first blurted peanut butter’s origin out loud. That really stung, and you wounded my heart.” He clutched at his chest, feigning pain and offense. “That sounds far worse than fuckin’ peanut butter and marshmallows, mate. Ever heard of the phrase Carpe Diem?”