[Oh my god, Dave, that's not what's depressing him. He does brighten a little at the squeeze, though, because argh, that's actually really sweet of him. He is getting so many snacks and lollipops.

... But, for now, he is getting Burger Slowking. Wonder of wonders, the scenery had whooshed past while they had their little stroll, and what should they be arriving at the entrance of at this very moment but that same fine dining establishment. Prepare your tastebuds for the most divine culinary adventure ever to come from mass-produced, packaged, and reheated pseudo meat-like "burgers" of mysterious origin. Maybe they're appearified in? We just don't know.]

Do you remember the menu? It would just fucking figure if you remembered their menu. Or, uh, I guess I could pick you up so you can re—look at the pictures.

[He is doomed.]