Once upon a time, I sampled the burger meats of a local Hungry Jack's. At the time, my quality detector rated the meal a 2, standard fast-food fare. By the next morning, I was nauseous, feverish and the consistency of expulsion from both ends was identical. That's terrible no matter how many ways you slice it. Once I was a boneless, shattered mess, I spent the rest of the day, hallucinating a team of scientists who were arguing over whether to treat me or study me for the benefits of humanity.
Short story shorter, hungry guy makes me sick