"Well, wouldya lookee there."
"It's a star. Stuck right there in my fingers. Seriously. How do I open my fist back up?"
"Are you kidding me? That took like an hour to get to my mouth. And, I'm not gonna lie--it tastes a bit like styrofoam."
"Nice try, but it doesn't taste any better when you put a bib on me. Apple Cinnamon flavor, my arse. If you make me do this every time I eat, I'm gonna waste away to nothing. I've only eaten five of those dang things in half an hour. Just release me into the wild and let me play."
"Much better. Now what's really for dinner?"
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