Once the pillow is long out of his mouth (hopefully there's no more drool on it than there usually is, long since dried since the last 7 hour interval of sleep), he tucks his hands into his jumpsuit for added effect.]

Oh, these? Stuck my hands in a food fabricator and now they're gone. You haven't had the minestrone soup lately, have ya?

[God, that's fucking morbid.

And here he is, smirking like the little devil he is.]