Gag me with a spoon

I hate banana chips.

If I was ever captured by insane enemies who wanted to torture me for information, all they would have to do is roll out a big bowl of banana chips. I'd talk instantly.
In kindergarden they use to feed us snack and sometimes it was banana chips. Stubborn me would sit and refuse to eat them. I had to sit there until I ate them. By the time it was time for me to get on the bus to go home, my teacher would send me off, clearly annoyed that I didn't eat anything. I won that battle every time.

I can't get over the texture, the taste, the smell.
That, and they remind of cat anus.
I'm not eating it. Ever.