"I want that burrito!"

"No! They're crap, Jun, and you know it!"

"Motoko, if you don't-"

BING BONG

"...since when do we have a doorbell?"

"Hold that thought. Also, the burrito is safe. Far from you." (opens door) "Y'ello? An old-school post-man stands there, big square glasses and a very 70's 'stache. Something weirdly familiar about him. "Yeah, ah, got a package for a Mississippi Custardgravy?"

"HA!"

"That's actually Motoko K-"

"No, this is her, that's Mississippi Custardgravy. I'm gonna tell all your chooms that one, imouto."

"...your burrito is gone forever."

"NOOOOOOOO!"

("Delivery for a Tony Stank?")