[Voice]

[thelastb1]

[A robotic, yet expressive voice speaks over the radio.]

If I could just ask everybody following this Convoy, for no particular reason...

What's your favorite food?

[There's a pause, before he adds]

Unless you're Akihiko. If you're Akihiko, stop listening. [He means that last part in a sort of tongue-in-cheek way, except that he has neither of those things.]

Comments

[flowersnjunk]

There's grub, there's grub, and there's grub, ya mean?

[The shit-eating grin is heavily implied.]

[thelastb1]

No. [His tone is neutral, but he draws out all two letters of the word just slightly.]

Besides, you have to have some kind of preference. [Even he has favorites among the things he can "eat," so to speak, and he's a droid.]

[flowersnjunk]

[H E H]

My preference is that I'll eat anything if it's hot and fresh! Nothin' worse than a pot that's been sittin' out all day gettin' all cold and stiff. Blech!

[thelastb1]

[He feels challenged, and he wants to push further on the semantics of this issue. Anything? Really? But he's already asking this question in the first place because he's started up a rivalry. The last thing he should be doing is starting some kind of weird feud with everyone he comes across here.]

You and I might get along, then. I do a lot of cooking.

[flowersnjunk]

Fantastic! I do a lot of eating!

[did we just become best friends]

[thelastb1]

I'm in the gray scratched up van. ["scratched up" is the understatement of the century. The vehicle is a disaster.] If you find me there I can cook something up for you any time.