OKAY, NO MORE JOKES ABOUT FECAL URGENCY AND ANAL leakage. It's mouth-feel time. We have been standing around, five slightly nervous Time journalists who have volunteered to taste potato chips cooked in olestra. Because the stuff has not been approved by the FDA, each of us has signed a Procter & Gamble "informed consent" release, which we notice with some discomfort bears the 800 number of a doctor to call in case of emergency. This fellow, whose name is Sweeney, will chopper in with a medevac team if something goes wrong. Or so we assume.
Ours not to reason why. Each...
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