[He grabs onto it like it's the holy grail itself. One giant chomp and it's already halfway gone, but it's like pure cocaine rushing through his system.

Ryuji tries not to cry.

He's a big boy.]

I flushed a burrito out into space. I guess you could call it a burrito. Someone, thousands of years from now is gonna find that shit, reheat it, and puke. The world's oldest frozen dinner.