He looks like he's taking the news stoically, but his baby brother Cameron is devastated...he just can't believe it's not butter.

He looks like he has mastered the final and ultimate maxim from Sun Tzu's Art of War:

When one can not overcome his enemy by strength or strategy, poison his Tic Tacs when he leaves them on the counter of the Hyatt men's room while he's locked in a stall taking a dump, and when death befalls him, call a press conference and publicly make love to his corpse. Time has shown that great men win battles, but only a dead man fucks with a crazy motherfucker.