[because everyone has one at some point or another. the scene is of...Vector Prime's room at Autobase. and he has a visitor! an angelic one, in fact.]
[...who is currently snacking on a can of Pringles, on Vector's bed. you know. just...chillin']
[Vector himself is seated at a computer terminal, half-turned towards Tyrael. careful eyes could show that he's in the middle of downloading something.] -no, I don't think they're made from goats.
[Tyrael shrugs a bit, tapping the Pringles can.] That's what it says. Go see.
Goat see?
Go see, not goat see. Goat see isn't a word, Google will prove it.
I don't doubt the power of this Google function, but with how strange this language is, I would not be surprised if it were-!
Just go look it up. [crunch goes the potato chip. Vector shakes his head and turns back to the computer, typing it in-]
[-and abruptly, the computer starts blaring sound]