"Okay, FIRST OF ALL," A tall cyborg elf zombie leans in to interject! "it's a delicacy for special occasions. SECONDLY, it's not even from people. Ya jerk." He paps Shark on his big ole pickle-head. "You make it sound like we can't wait to pop folks' heads open."

It seems Neirin had approached somewhere during the other two's conversation and was trying to see if he could get that rather improper program back on the screen, that is until Shark had to bring out his cultural insensitivity.