"I don't know if I would call them sexy, exactly," Will replied, refilling Tuck's glass. "Tasty, perhaps. Can we get bacon butties if you insist on something else? I'll take a BLT if they insist. I like my salty and sweet combo, what can I say. Curly fries!"
He wasn't going to let these unsettling existential fears get to him. He was going to push that away and get on with his day, and dip fries in soft-serve, and fuck Tuck until he couldn't stand straight. That was much more sensible than going down the "I think, therefore I am" route.