Aside: they make Quaker Oats in Peterborough. I hate Quaker Oats.... not so much because of the gruel-taste, or the consistency like mucous. No, I hate it because of that Quaker on the front that's clearly in a drug-induced trance of religious ecstasy. He looks like he just burned a 'witch' alive and he's riding a rush of pleasure, tingling all the way down his spine.
