You disappoint me. These aren't noble foods; they aren't even desserts.
It appears I was wrong about you.
I had always thought you to have a sense of taste, of culture, of decency. I had thought you could uphold what I'd believed to be our shared culinary values -- refinement, finesse, discernment, artistry. Yes, you, Shiroi, and you, Android with the strange capitals, I am sorry to say that I had believed in you. And yet it now seems as if you belong in the base, lowly, disreputable sandwich classes. Pah! Mark my words: I'm certainly not about to mix with your lot anymore.
I mean, at the very least, do it in style:
Lobster Roll.