YOU ARE MADE OF APPLESAUCE *noms*

That's abit ironic... I don't eat apples...

I don't see the irony; if you ate apples, you would be a cannibal.

Hmm so it's safe to eat grapes. :D 

No; those grow between the thighs of men.

That'd be more like discrimination than cannibalism. 

*douses Ick in chili powder*

0.o I don't know how tasty that's going to be

*bites self* Not actually that bad.

*Hands Locke a sweater*

*stares simply because there's nothing else to do*

It wasn't a matter of tastiness so much as the hopes of it creeping into his eyes and orifices.

*does the hokey pokey*

*twists Ick into the light socket*

He's always been a bright lad

He could use some polishing, though. Sir Alvin, you've got sweaty hands, you give 'im a go.

Can't we just dip him in lemon juice?

I am aware of no difference in the chemical processes being discussed.

Ah.  What are you aware of then?

The ebb and flow of cosmic effluvium.

So, you're watching the tides?

*watches the warshing machine spin*

Spin cycle is my favorite part.  So exciting

*sits atop the warshing machine as it rattles*

The towels are probably all on the same side.