The crinkling stops and Micolash wrinkles his nose in disgust as he lowers the bag to resume whispered conversation. "I would like no food, thank you very much. Asking me to pick a favourite, honestly. Would you ask a man which poison he finds most palatable? Which finger he prefers to sever?"

He sighs and there's another shuffling and rustling, putting that coveted Doritos bag back into his pocket. "No, no, the sooner I discover how to avoid the process entirely, the better."