I don't know, [ he admits honestly, the absurdity of it in his own voice, but more in annoyance than confusion. ] They were questions about what I would do, and there was something about being in a restaurant. I didn't answer them; I just typed something in to get it done with.

[ He told the survey to fuck off, basically, but he can't swear in front of Mister LaRusso.

But he can ask the older man, before he finally takes a bite of his own food: ] Do you know what yours said?

[ Robby can presume it didn't involve fish. ]