Gar had seen a special on the Food Network about the things that people thought about food. The food had no more germs on it after five seconds than it did after one. Or, come to that, after ten. The goal of the show had probably been to make him stop eating things off the floor, but it had had much the opposite effect. I can turn into someone that can survive on pond scum, he'd said. Comparatively? Not that gross.
Still, it was nice to hear. "Well, good to know, anyway. You have phenomenal taste in men. Green men, anyhow. Green men with nice bodies. Which basically leaves me and Martian Manhunter."