When I was a kid there was a constant fight between those who preferred the Eskimo Pie and those who preferred the Dream Bar. If you were headed to the grocery store, you knew you had to make a claim for your favorite or else be forced eating ice cream that didn’t exactly fit your personal taste. Oh, the many inhumanities we suffer in this day and age.
HOBO: Aren't those ice cream bars?
HOBO: What did you bake into it?
MITTENS: Don't worry about what's Inuit.