[ RESISTS THE URGE TO WIPE HIS CHEEK. Instead, he pushes up his shades and pats his hair back down, slightly red from all of this physical affection nonsense. let's say he's a thimbleful over 5'3".]

Now that you've gone all kindergartener with a plastic rainbow slinky with my vertebrae, sure, I guess. Pretty sure Karkle's flushed every salad bar regular down every toilet on the meteor, though. This is all probably like 75% apple juice and 25% slices of bologna.