Riiight?! You don't! You don't eat them! You walk down the fucking conga line of sadness diligently assembling your shitty flavorless tacos and getting your shitty more salt than potato chips and your shitty both under and over ripe flavorless fruit salad and then you go sit down with all these big puffy white faces with shitty hair and shitty clothes laughing out loud at jokes which are in no way funny or else sneering at each other miserably, and the smell is awful and everyone's teeth are stained yellow by nicotine and you try to bite the fucking thing and it comes apart and then you're just staring at this demolished mess of flavorless tomato chunks and flavorless beef and vaguely petroleum scented flavorless "cheese" and your little six year olf brain is thinking "this can't be it. There must be more to life than this. I need to get out of this fucking place".

The 80s fucking sucked.