Ch'vorthq: I had a whole pallet of stabb's smokehouse chili back here. Where'd it go?
Bunni: Shhhh! Keep your voice down. I don't want Lieutenant Der Trihs to hear you.
Bunni: YOu see, Kevyn and I put the lieutenant's head in the magic cryokit to see if it could fix him up. The emergency medical hologram then asked for 110 kilos of organic matter, and that pallet of chili was all we had handy.
Ch'vorthq: Oh dear.
Bunni: He's fine, really. I just think it would be best if he didn't know where we got the raw materials.
TRBoE:
Kevyn: So, do you want to pass some lunch through the new body?
Der Trihs: Only if we can find some cornbread. I need cornbread.