The all-too-mellow stuffed tiger with the drug-addled jazz musician’s voice and a bad attitude is encouraging "Random Acts of Cheetos".

Apparently, these acts of civil disobedience are dependent on the fact that Cheetos are filled with orange dye and easily smashed into powder, as you’ll see in this spot featured in Bob Garfied’s Ad Age review.

I don’t know– anytime you eat Cheetos there are random acts of Cheetos all over your hands and clothes. Isn’t that enough? Doesn’t this spot actually reinforce one usually overlooked fact– that Cheetos are messy as hell?

But not "Office Space" enough.

Chester Cheeto is the Devil.