Good sir, I refer you to this thread.
For I am the Worst Gel Eater of All Time. That means you cannot be, although you might try. And you are clearly trying hard. I love SIS apple, BTW. That’s why aging, curing SIS apple gel nanoparticulates “more foul and loathsome than the putrid slime that clings to the walls of Hell” (a Rod Serling Night Gallery quote–beat that for throwback references) create a sort of frame protectant coating on my bikes. I choose to refer to it as that because whatever is required to remove it (jackhammering, industrial acids, Coke, Indian whiskey) would surely damage the frame. It is NOT aero, and has taken my CdA from a slick .19 on my TT bike to a rather commuterly .55. But enough about me. Let’s talk about your connection to me.
You say “not a drop was lost.” A-HA! I explain that in my foregoing thread/thesis. GEL WALKS. GEL CREEPS. GEL HAS A STAR TREK TRANSFORMER–IT BEAMS ITSELF ACROSS TIME AND SPACE. Well, at least mine does.
I have a theory. My theory is simple. MY GEL GOT INTO YOUR GEL PACKET. I could tell you how that happened but then I’d have to exile you to Portland. You are in serious danger, my good and massively over-written friend! My gel found THE PORTAL to your stash. You have to do something. Call Putin. He has nukes and he’ll use them. So does the UK, but they won’t, so don’t ask them. This is very troubling. Very…excuse me, but a gel is knocking on the door. I must let it in.