po-tay-toe, po-tah-toe. you ask your fellows not to eat paint chips—gently, then forcefully, then begging, then pleading—yet they, almost unanimously, continue

po-tay-toe, po-tah-toe. you ask your fellows not to eat paint chips—gently, then forcefully, then begging, then pleading—yet they, almost unanimously, continue to snack on them. which viable options are even left at that point, outside of either eat the paint chips too, or abstain, but start selling them?