Transcript:
Morty and Wuggles are eating dinner. Fast food from Doomsday Sandwiches again.
M: I am really tired of eating all this fast food.
W: Yeah, me too …
W: But at least we haven’t been reduced to raiding CONCESSIONS like some kind of WILD ANIMALS.
Steve sits down next to them with dozens of bags of chips, candy bars, and soda. Morty and Wuggles are aghast.
S: HEESSSKK! My food! Not for you! Go away!