I hate ketchup so much that I will refuse to eat a hamburger if they accidentally put ketchup on it when I go through the drive through.
In seventh grade, each homeroom had a pumpkin decorating contest outside the door in the hall. My locker was next to a room that decided to use ketchup as fake blood on their pumpkin....it sat there for a week. A week of smelling warm coagulating ketchup between every single class.
No sir, I shall eat ketchup no more forever.