"Thanks. My creator was a dick about it." Not to throw Dirk under the bus or anything, but he's gonna throw Dirk under the bus.

As for the photos he hums (it sounds a bit like a computer fan warming up) and points one out. "I'm eating a corn dog in this one. I can't eat, even now I'm made of metal." A beat passes. "Actually, I don't know if I can eat, I've never tried. I'll have to run an experiment later. But the point is that this is all a load of horseshit, dude. Be happy with your pacifist self, because this is, as one might say, bogus."