“W—wh—”

“Hah! Take that!”

“Is that thing made of rocks?”

“Right. Lunch.”

“Discovery one: fish are heavy.”

“Discovery three: fish stink.”

“[Basic Cooking]! Give me—baked fish!”

“Ew. Ew. Ew.”

“Come on. Get out of there.”

“Come on. Cut. Cut!”

“Oh. Of course.”

“Fish. Fish with huge teeth. I hate this world so much.”

“Aaaaaah!”

“Ew. Mutant fish with teeth.”

“...Sushi?”

“And hey, I need food. So it’s time to chop stuff up.”

“Oh. Oh god. Why—why is that yellow? What is that?”

“Okay, okay. Let’s just…get rid of the bones? And the—the squishy stuff.”

“Alright. Can’t go around it. Gotta go under it. Goodbye head, look out belly, here comes the knifey.”

“Four minutes. Four minutes is a long time not to be breathing, right? Okay—”

“There is no way I’m eating that. Cooked or raw. Actually, there’s no way I’m eating any of this without a frying pan.”

“Must taste bad, huh?”