I don't even see the point of making a quesadilla anymore if I don't have the CS. (I don't really call it the CS.)
Your fellow diner knocks a bowl of boiled peanut broth onto his sweater. “I don’t care,” he says, “this food is worth ruining a sweater over.”
Dear Internet, it is day five and I've eaten so much cheese that I don't think I'll ever poop again.