"What if they don't got asses or fingers? Then what are we gonna do? We need back-up plans."

When he's finished up with his, he plates it, pours the last of the soup into a bowl, and sets aside the skillet and pan to be tackled by the next unfortunate dishwashing victim.

He doesn't have any particular way he likes his sandwiches, but he does seem to enjoy how, after he cuts this one, it strings cheese between the sides. Alien life has discovered a new joy in melted cheese this day.