What the fuck kind of question is that, kid? You think I’ve got nothing better to do than answer some silly-ass question about my favorite color? You think I’m some kinda Valley girl or something? “Oh, like, my fave color is, like, blue!” Give me a break, kid. If I had to choose a color, it’d be the color of ravioli - you know, that rich, meaty red sauce color. But let’s be real, kid, I’m a busy guy. I don’t got time for this frivolous shit. I’ve got more important things on my plate, like eating actual ravioli and telling idiots like you to shut the fuck up. So, next thing you know, you’re gonna ask me about my favorite animal or some other dumbshit like that? Get outta here, kid. You’re wasting my time.