After enduring much teasing for my excited whooping, and days of terrible jokes from everyone I told, I got my parcel and ripped it open! About five minutes later, Mr. Orange saunters up and sits a foot away, trying to be good but unable to move his eyes from the tea bag:
Well, perhaps he’ll check out that intriguing string…
That is a shockingly tasty string.
String dampened, he can now move on with his day.