[His response comes some minutes later, with the huff and puff of a troll out of breath post-rage explosion. There is a table in the background. It's upside down, half laying against a chair.]

I cannot even express in communicable words how absolutely, infinitesimally little I care about what that candy-formed freak of nature tastes like, because I do not give a shit. Shit outright vanishes in my presence because my inability to give one erases it from existence, like unto a black hole of all-consuming apathy if not for my fury that reality could stick its lobe up its ass so incredibly far that it got the shitbrained idea to make a place with people made out of literal candy. I give up. I give up wholly and entirely. I am done with understanding anything.