I thought he was going to say, “chicken”

Morris, holding up a rotini impaled on his fork: “This is a slug.”

Me: “Oh, really.”

He eats the noodle then stabs another one and holds it up. “This is a slug, too.”

Me: “Ooooh, that’s a green one. What do green slugs taste like?”

Milo: “Like poo.”

Morris smiles and pops the rotini in his mouth.

Me: “So? What did it taste like?”

Morris: “Strawberries!”