The human female eats a lot of this stuff. Lately she has been eating the kind without high-fluctuating corn stirrups–and making a scary assortment of terrible faces while doing it. She has finally determined the reason for this lack of deliciousness. It’s one of my better bits of mischief.
That’s right, Midgardians. I invented sucralose. Why? Because the horrible taste of aspartame wasn’t quite horrible enough.