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[snarkbot]

It's a sandwich, sir. It's the type of food regular non-millionaire people eat.

[ The snide is strong in this robot. ]

[the_caped_crusader]

I know it's a sandwich, Skeets. [He glares at him.] What's on it.

[snarkbot]

Prosciutto, lettuce, and tomato with a touch of mustard and mayonnaise. Which I didn't need to make, sir, I don't eat.

[the_caped_crusader]

No, that's not what I-- nevermind. Just give me the sandwich.

[He grabs it off the plate quickly and hunches over to take a bite, like he's protecting it from possibly being taken away. Moments later, with his mouth full--]

--s'good...

[snarkbot]

[ Skeets notes the behaviour but he's not entirely sure how to analyze it yet,
so merely notes it in his files. ]

You're welcome, sir. It's difficult enough crimefighting without doing so on an empty stomach, no need to make yourself hangry.

[the_caped_crusader]

[Between eating and examining the sandwich.]

It's 'angry,' Skeets. [MUNCHMUNCHMUNCH] Angry.

[snarkbot]

I meant hangry when I said hangry, sir.

[the_caped_crusader]

I don't even think that's a word, but okay.

[snarkbot]

It's currently being considered for addition in several dictionaries. I've been continuing the habit of keeping up with contemporary slang.

[the_caped_crusader]

Just because it's an accepted modern portmanteau doesn't mean it's not stupid, Skeets.

[snarkbot]

I wouldn't know, sir, it's not in my programming to be needlessly judgmental.

[the_caped_crusader]

...

[MUNCHMUNCH.]

Shut up, Skeets.

[snarkbot]

Alright, sir. Enjoy your sandwich.

[ And with that, Skeets gives a little nod (or rather, nods his whole body) and leaves him to it. ]