The Ya̧nomamö will do almost anything for honey, one of the most prized delicacies in their own diet. One of my cynical onlookers—the fellow who had earlier watched me eating frankfurters—immediately recognized the honey and knew that I would not share the tiny precious bottle. It would be futile to even ask. Instead, he glared at me and queried icily, “Shaki! What kind of animal semen are you pouring onto your food and eating?” His question had the desired effect and my meal ended.
- Napoleon Chagnon, Ya̧nomamö: The Fierce People (1968)
If things had worked out differently, that guy could've been a Vine superstar.