Cobra has to do things "his way." Order a regular cheeseburger? Nah I'll add 3 patties, chicken tenders, doritos, 6 slices of cheese and call it a food hack. Order a regular pepperoni pizza? As if, I need 16 toppings and 3 garlic butter cups or I'm not getting out of bed. He treats everything edible he orders or creates like a little kid with a big gulp cup in front of the soda fountain, sticking his cup beneath each type of soda for a few seconds to create a pitch-black sugar drink with no clear flavor. Except instead of actually consuming it most of the time he lets it sit out on the counter for a day and a half before actually trying any.
One of my all-time favorite Cobra moments was a couple years back when he was sent a coupon code for a free pizza. He, being highly regarded, could not figure out how to enter the code and order the pizza on the restaurant's website and grew increasingly frustrated until someone eventually sent him a free medium 1 topping pizza. You might think this would quell his tard rage, but Cobra only became angrier because instead of being able to use the coupon code to order his own boglimized custom pizza "his way" he was forced to sit there and eat some shitty standard pleb pizza without a dozen dissonant toppings. One of those moments that kind of makes you hate the ungrateful shit.
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