Having the dubious pleasure of fitting Gibson wheels to a chassis determined to stab me to death. Haven't had this much fun since the time I fell into a barrel of marmite then accidentally wandered into the Hyena enclosure at Edinburgh zoo...
Surely only 50% of them don't like Marmite, wouldn't it be logical to assume that the other 50% like it? As such, it is perhaps fortunate, that the 50% of hyenas that do like Marmite were either all out on a day trip on that occasion, or had moved to Benidorm for the Winter.