"I am aware of the process, young lady." Does he have to stare sternly down his nose through his glasses at you? He will! "It's about polyunsaturated fats and cholesterol and your triglyceride count--" give him a moment, he may need to faint just thinking about what your bloodwork says.

"Then again, I suppose, I mean, it's not going to kill you here. They have other ways of doing that." Okay...maybe that sounded a little creepy.