Tobias fumbled a bit with the keys Simms gave him, but he managed to get a good grip before they fell to the floor. His eyes were still on the Drano and he didn't move again until Simms pushed him back. Tobias stumbled and walked over to the conveyor belt. He picked up one lunch but swallowed hard and looked back. His fear was confirmed when Simms poured the Drano into the mayo bottle. What the... no.
"You can't... no, you can't," he stammered, his face turning hot. He knew he would probably suffer for saying something, but it looked like he was going to make people eat Drano. That was... that was poison, essentially. Tobias wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he knew that was Not Good. "No," he exclaimed, his fingers tightening on the edge of the plate. "I'm not... I'm not giving them those sandwiches."