“Mmm, real Coke shits all over Pepsi,” Royce hummed after taking a sip. “They’re the same thing,” Heath replied, picking up his burger in both hands and licking his lips. “Now this is the sort of puffer fish sashimi I can get on board with.” Royce picked up a fry and threw it at Heath. “They are not the same thing, you heathen. Squirrel, please tell me you’re on my side with this?” I nodded enthusiastically. “One hundred percent. In fact, I just became twenty percent less attracted to Heath for not immediately knowing they taste different.”
