It was a cool story. I'm funny about fruit, even just reading about it -- other foods I'm usually willing to try, but I mostly won't eat any fruit that I wasn't eating when I was nine -- so he was talking about how irresistible the pulp was, and I was shuddering.

Schilling was probably suffering theobromine-induced insanity. His girlfriend broke up with him, but he hardly even seemed to notice; he'd had a dream that an Aztec goddess came to him and showed him a way to save the world via cacao plantations.