"Depends on how picky you are." He looks around him on the bed, at the skeletal remains of a snack food slaughter. "I'm not real discriminatin'."

He was willing to eat dead aliens, for one thing. Most of the time he had the means to cook it at least. Sometimes he even took a risk and tried his hand at the poisonous ones, just to see how that mess turned out.

"If you're open to anything, then it's all pretty good."