Zach: What's wrong with the order?
Kirk: Grilled-cheese platter comes with french fries and pickles.
Zach: Which I'm looking at.
Kirk: Look a little closer, my friend, and you'll see that the juice from the pickles has leached over to the grilled cheese, rendering it sodden and inedible.
Zach: Well...
Kirk: I don't recall ordering grilled cheese au jus.
Zach: Pickles have juice, dude. It's like a main law of nature.
Kirk: Ah, but that's where Lane knew how to prevent this culinary catastrophe. Prior to serving the dish, she would use the french fries to build a tiny dam-
Zach: Dude, I get it.
Luke: It's all going to the same place inside that dark, strange body of yours, Kirk. Now eat it.