“Real food is food that tastes good. Food that’s fun to eat.” “You have not-fun food, question?” “Yeah. Coma slurry. The ship fed it to me during the trip here. I have enough to last me almost four years.” “Eat that.” “It tastes bad.” “Food experience not that important.” “Hey.” I point at him. “To humans, food experience is very important.” “Humans strange.”
