[ this is the part where he'd wrinkle his nose. IF HE HAD ONE!! Instead, he just recoils from that piece of cheesy goodness, yellow skin turning a pale shade of purple as his tentacles curl inwards. ]

Nyuagh! That's awful!! Put it away! Put it away!! Why did you ask a robot to make cheese?! Actually, where did it even come from?!

[ there are no goats or cows here, which means the milk came from... ?!?!?!? ]