[Robin snickers immaturely. making fun of Barbies is something he learned from his brothers, and though the impulse has mostly left him in his old, teenage years, there's a little sliver of an immature twelve-year-old in him that may never die.]

Man, you are like... A garbage disposal. Where do you put it all?

[he gestures at all of Tek, what with his slender figure in the face of eating junk food whenever he can get away with it. but as he does this, he picks up his car keys and stands up again.]

But pizza rolls sound good. Either that, or I'm getting my own fries.