"Cop out! Oh come on. I've eaten the alien version of half-cooked roadkill out of desperation before. This bag of nachos is like heaven to me, sister!"

He gestures over his shoulder at his stash by his closet.

"Buf it you wanna dig around and try some of the snack foods, have at it. All I ask is that you replace 'em 'cause uh... never know when you might be needin' a bug-out bag, you dig?"

And there are a lot of human types of food in there, but also strange future ones. Fried crickets. Something called 'snoobloo gummies'. Cans of 'artificially grown meat product'. He'd have soylent green without protest if they sold it by the CalorieMates. Of which he also has plenty over there.