Perhaps someday poets will sing of how the new order of the world began with a taco order. If so, Oliver would find it endlessly delightful to impose this state of affairs on the world and force everyone else to deal with it.
He kinda wants to see somebody holding 999 of something, but, later.
"Shall we go put the tacos in the crate? Anyone here who's noticed that something weird or unusual seems to happening, feel free to follow in the procession."