[this is one of those (frequent) moments where there's so much happening at once that Dave needs a split second to figure out what to comment on. is it the carrot? is it Ryuji's blunder that Dave "king of the Freudian bloopers" Strider doesn't really have any room to give him shit on?]

[so many choices.]

[he decides to go for the burger.]

I mean, you're pretty much permanently set to phallic. Famished. [jesus christ. those words don't even sound remotely similar!]

But nah, I'm good. That's your mid-afternoon snack.