Get Your War On says that Coke “tastes like robot sweat.” Which, while being an amazingly accurate description, doesn’t dull my love for it. (The “robot sweat” comment, if you’re looking for it, is in the long comic that stretches off the right side of the page.)
This reminds me of the episode of “Cheers” where Rebecca Howe goes to a “Stop Smoking” clinic.
Rebecca: At one point, the instructor took a lit cigarette and put it out in the yolk of a fried egg.
Woody: Did that work?
Rebecca: Well, it’s put me off fried eggs for good.