We don't need no stinking vitamin B

So I miss breakfast d/t some pressing work.  A couple hours later, I wander down to the mess, starving.  The fruit is looking poorly and the yogurt is expired.  Cold cuts are, well cold and uninspired in the early morning.  Ah ha!  I see a large Tupperware-type container with some nondescript brown blobs inside.  Crack the lid and there before me are a dozen, perfectly baked cinnamon bun-looking thingies.  Completely forgetting where in the fucking world I'm working, I grab one and manage to cram most of it into my mouth.  After a few chews and a swallow or two I realize there's some sort of odd backup between my lips and my stomach.  Subconsciously, I just shut down and then the taste hits me and I'm retching with a huge mouthful of roll being the only thing saving me from spewing the rest of the roll and six cups of coffee all over the mess.  I made it to the bin and emptied myself of the offending roll.  I'm in New Zealand.  It was a vegemite roll.  Like it or not, everyday out here is adventure.