“Like, it’s made fast. For convenience. It’s not exactly good for you but that’s kinda the trade off.” It shrugs.

“It’s a fast food place where I come from.” It chose not to carry on arguing with Maro.

"If that's all, it can't get much worse for you! You can go a couple hours. We'll see how far the next pocket dimension McDonalds is."
Is this what Ink's parents had to deal with? Yikes, now it feels bad for them.

"We can't die, buddy. You'll make it."

"You can just hold off on eating for a bit, maybe?" Obviously.