I would taste like determination. Have you ever tasted determination? Y’know, like when you want to do something so badly you can taste it? That weird numbing taste in your mouth when you know you won’t stop until it’s done, when you ball up your fists, bite your lip, and give it hell? That’s what I would taste like. Determination Flavored Ice Cream. It could be called The Determinator or Determination Station or Determinally Ill.
People would eat my cream and say “I know what that guy’s feeling!” or “Damn! I’m Determined as hell! Nothing can stop me now!” Then they’d bait the cops and say “I’ve got a whole tub of ice cream here that say you ain’t got enough bullets in that gun to take down my hungry ass! I’m far too determined!”
It could change the course of human history. Girls would eat my ice cream when they have a girl cry-fest, and then furrow their brow, clench their jaw, and kick some ass. Yeah! Stuff would get done, and there’d be no more bemoaning of fate, no more complaining, no more pansies.
