At Rancho Cuca-Mango, the West Coast’s premiere smoothie reseller, there works a man of average stature and grace. Darren reeks. He stands at an unimposing height. His main form of exercise is creasing his brow.
We see him wolfing down a baloney sandwich, which is a bad idea, because it makes him choke. A coworker hears the wails. She runs over, motioning for him to drink from her cup. He does. He quickly discovers that it contains hot coffee. His burning throat can’t stand itself, so it sends smoke signals down to the stomach which make it a digesting Indian-giver.