Yeah, dude. That right there is my thing. Just tickle my anal pickle.

[He answered it. He sure did answer it. It also ventures toward one of things he says immediately out of instinct and then in the dead of night will wake up and groan, realizing that if someone were to draw a Venn Diagram of Things That Are Better Left Unjoked About and Jokes About Your Anal Cavity, that he'd be there. Right smack dab in the middle.

Eh, it's whatever.]

Totally noted. Not that I think you'd try it, but don't ask for takoyaki either. They're uh. Little deep fried octopus balls with mayo on top.

[He feels like he's missing something here that's crucial and needs to be stated.]

I dunno what I was expectin' seeing what the replicators would do with tentacle meat.

[Smiling back, he imagines he's never been closer to death than attempting to eat one of those. But a bacon cheeseburger sounds great. Mouth-wateringly great, actually. Too bad they're going for bagels.]

This is gonna sound really effin' rude of me, but what's up with Americans and hamburgers to begin with?