After a moment, Steven nods. "Well--controlling vessels outside yourself is kind of your thing, isn't it?" he says, wearily. "Robots and smuppets and all that shit." A terrible thought occurs to him. "You-- haven't made a giant robot smuppet, have you?"

No. Wait. Focus, Steven Durante.

"Look. I don't know if that's your way of saying your flesh is merely a vessel or not. But you know. It's the only one you've got here. Eat. Drink your warm soda."