A visit to my great aunt exposed me to a certain Substance.  This is the result (well, and a certain amount of gagging).

Tom raised the toast spread with the unidentifiable substance to his nose and sniffed carefully.  It *seemed* harmless enough, although you could never be sure with Neelix's cooking. But he'd *sworn* he'd found it in the database…

Tom took a bite and narrowly managed to avoid spitting it out over Harry.  It tasted like old-fashioned engine oil mixed with salt.  He quickly drained his glass of water.

"Bad?" asked Harry.

"Worse than leola root."  Tom turned around.  "Hey, Neelix!  Is this *really* fit for human consumption?"

Neelix scurried over.  "The computer said it was a human delicacy.  It's called 'vegemite'."

END

Yeah, I know, some people love the stuff.  I'm not one of them.  Let's just say that if Brannon Braga were to visit Australia, I would consider it my sacred duty to feed him some Vegemite.

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