It's not about wanting, Sammy-boy. There's no choice here. It's not like you pushed me onto a path of vegetarianism. [ He rolls his eyes. ]
You left me starving a full week. That's what you did. And you've made damn sure that if this lit'le fishbowl runs out of the bottled stuff, I'll starve again. Forever, because unlike you lot it won't kill me. And let's not even get started on the emotional bits because I think I might just heave if we do.