Picture this: you're at a barbecue with all your friends and family. You go get a hamburger, throw some cheese, lettuce, and tomato on it, then look around for the ketchup and mustard bottles.
They're not there.
Blasphemy! There HAS to be condiments.
Then your host points you to a friggin plate. With red slices on it. And has the AUDACITY to tell you it's ketchup.
You do what any sane person would do: throw your entire plate into the trash, go home, and never speak to that person again. You don't need that sort of negativity in your life.
Ok MAYBE I'm exaggerating (I'm not), this, theoretically could be a really great idea for some people. It's called "Slice of Sauce."
Anyway, let's never discuss this again.