"We have plenty of other vitheth to keep uth buthy. I gueth we jutht haven't gotten into the habit of drinking rocket fuel oh my God. I want to know how thith thtuff ith made. I want to know what I ingethted my thecond day here. I've eaten thome weird shit, but at leatht I know what'th in it."

He rubbed his stomach a little. He wasn't picky, but he valued knowledge. He'd already been warned days ago about poisonous food in the arenas, and he wouldn't put it past some dick Capitolite to take advantage of his lack of knowledge of human cuisine.

"Theriouthly though, how would your friendth feel about your flammable acthidenth? Or your enemieth? Really pathetic, human."