Though I was woken up with a wicked sore throat much, much earlier, I still had time for REM sleep - and in there, at last, was some whisper of the Random Blonde Presence. It was a brief appearance, certainly, but very much him. Ah, how I'd missed him.
Now, on the actually-meant-to-be-released version:
I taste like Menthol.
I am refreshingly different; some people don't appreciate that. My sharp honesty gets up some people's noses, while others really enjoy it. I am something of an acquired taste. What Flavour Are You?