Miers: “Okay. For dessert, I’d really like a sundae, but I have a few conditions, and I’m afraid they are non-negotiable. First, the dessert has to be made with either Neapolitan soft serve—or at the very least, a chocolate-vanilla swirl. And second, are the sprinkles you use multi-colored?—or is this one of those Jim Crow holdover joints that only offers the little brown sprinkles…?”**
BECAUSE OF THE MERITOCRACY!
Does she like the rainbow sparkles, then?
Yup. But only because Bakke requires it, I think.
Ooooh, B Moe! I hate that stupid commie fish.
But self-mutilation is such a small price to pay for acceptance.