Man: All right, let's see how you taste.
Woman: You been eating some pretty weird stuff lately. You on that Bronze Age diet?
Man: Nah, I'm part of a survey group. Bunch of scientists track what I eat for a couple years. Then they put all the data together and say "ten percent of the coffee drinkers contracted cancer" or whatever.
Woman: Trying to find what contributes to illnesses.
Man: Yeah. But I couldn't take it. Every time I had a Snickers I'd think, "Is this it? Is this the one that gives me leukemia?"
Man: So I got a new idea. I'm planning to die of some super-rare disease -- like, SO rare they NAME it after me. And I'm also gonna eat the stupidest stuff I can find.
Man:That way I leave the scientists scratching their heads - "Well, he ate twenty pounds of cucumbers every day for ten years, then died of this previously unknown liver disease." Eat THAT, scientists! Metaphorically, of course.
Woman: Well, it's good to have goals!
[[Ten Years Later]]
Doctor: You have terminal prostate cancer.
Man: BOO-RRRING
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{{alt-text: supposedly the cucumber is the only food that contains every necessary nutrient, albeit in trace amounts for some. so if you're going to restrict yourself to a single food, twenty pounds of cucumbers is a reasonably smart choice.}}