I've done it. They say that necessity is the mother of invention. Well this one is a mother indeed. Eureka! I jumped, I danced, I rejoiced. Never again shall I have orange fingers from eating Cheetos brand corn puffs.
Chopsticks, my friends, chopsticks.
Ahem, it's only the crunchy ones for me. None of that poofy nonesense. Real men eat crunchy style Cheetos which, curiously enough, go well with a rum and coke (lime, not lemon... perhaps another patent opportunity?)
I'll make millions, I tell you. Millions.