Shut up, LB. You don't know where he's been. His life is already complicated enough without having to worry about trivial things like space brands for cakes.

And even then, the mere thought of cakes at the moment made him feel like puking all over again. The same went for instant noodles. The same also went for any food, period. "Thanks, but, uh... no thanks."

He could tell that LB wasn't having the easiest time with hauling his dead weight (or he might as well be dead weight to her). Rather than think about that wonderful time in which Murphy found himself subjected to ink vomit all over his clothes, he grumbled.

"...Y'know, here's an idea. I'm sure it'd be a lot easier to get back on my feet while I'm not in the process of bein' dragged."