I’ve known him since the evening before my first treatment. I know he’s a single use plastic guy which I don’t much care for but he was the only thing capable of carrying such a large amount of water (1 liter) that would fit in my vans cupholder. Every evening he’d get refilled, put in the fridge for the next mornings 27.6 mile ride to the Borg. By the time we arrived he’d be empty again and my bladder would be full and ready for assimilation. He and I have been thru a lot of shit together.
Now this may sound odd but I’d hate to just pitch my little plastic pal.