Mr. F: "What are you eating?"

Spice: "Pizza I made at work and snuck out."

Mr. F: "Ha ha! You snuck it out?"

Spice: "Yeah, it's literally just for the liability, and my workplace considers it more like theft. But... Uh... Just... Say I took it home and I got sick, they'd be the ones legally responsible if I died. So they'd just say no, because they don't want the liability."

Mr. F: "Oh. Okay. That's interesting..."

Spice: "It's the same reason why we can't donate our leftover food -- or why restaurants here can't donate any of their leftover food to homeless shelters usually."

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Mr F: "Hmm. You'd think that they'd want to do that."

Spice: "You'd think that they'd be like, 'Oh yeah. No, there's no liability for this charitable act,' but apparently, the government doesn't care enough to put that in the legislation, because it makes sense to me. I mean, the amount of restaurant waste some places go through is insane."

Mr. F: "I think it's a win-win situation. Like, 'Oh, the homeless guys are fed and they're happy,' or the homeless guys die and it's like, 'Well, not our problem. One less mouth to feed.' Ha ha ha!"

Spice: "Yep. Win-win."

Mr. F: "On an unrelated note, people always look at me weird when I pitch the idea for cannibalism."

Spice: "That's one thing Camper always said that was kind of interesting. He said, like, what would happen if you had a cannibal cult but you only went out to international waters to do it so they were no countries' legal jurisdiction."

Mr. F: "Wouldn't it become a moral problem?"

Spice: "I guess."

Mr. F: "You could always say morality isn't real."

Spice: "Nah, just call them a racist, a bigot and screech."