[Hey, it's for science. And Egon's not being paid to do this, it's more on his own volition. So...yes, definitely worse than telemarketers. At least you can hang up a phone whenever you want.

Egon scribbles down what Ash tells him, nodding as he speaks.]

Interesting. Was there a particular reason for why you ate these particular meals? Availability, production, circumstances, so on and so forth.

[Meanwhile, Egon's Trapinch, Riley, toddles over to Ash and starts butting her head against his foot.]