( Jokes on you, blue dude!!! He has no fuckin idea what friend food is. ) Fine, but I still want napkins.

( Emil trails behind, trying to wrap his head around the idea of eating something intentionally greasy...he’ll see if he turns his nose up at whatever it is when they get...wherever they’re going. In the meantime: ) I was never going to eat you! But you can’t believe me when you know you’re some kind of animal.

( He also doesn’t trust anything with blue fur to not be a weird, alien species so that’s not going in his body. )