The apostrophe is not needed. Nothing belongs to the spaghettios.
The Spaghettios cannot be trusted with belongings. They know what they did.
That's why they look like zeroes to reflect this fact.
Oh you are so wrong, my friend. The Spaghetti-Os possess many things. Some of them even spiritual.
The Spaghettio guy is a person, and they deserve our respect.
On the one hand: no matter what you replicate it's ethical, nutritious, and good for you. There are literally no bad choices for your body.
On the other: you have access to a bottomless culinary database that spans innumerable diets, cultures, broad swaths of history... and you order Chef Boyardee's finest with a few saltines. I think it's time to talk to the ship's counselor, because nobody should be eating struggle meals in a post-scarcity society.
Fuck yes I am. Hostess cupcakes for dessert.
Banana. Hot. Banana. Hot.
Luke warm is for Star Wars fans.
The saltines are a nice touch.
Who are they putting on airs for? Speghettios needs no accompaniment.
I have it admit, It's actually a bit unnerving to see someone put effort into spaghettios.
Do these taste like metal to anyone else?
Only if you eat then out of a can like a monster! But yeah sometimes they also taste like metal. It goes well with barely expired managers special milk, though.
Can imagine my ex asking "Computer, open can of raviolis, room temperature".
Hmm, tastes like tauntaun.
Ensign, you are relieved of duty and are to report to the Counselor immediately for mental evaluation.
Needs potato chips.
Saltines, eh? I may need to try that sometime...
