"We rescued you. They weren't treating you right, and we've got a friend's obligation to save you!"

Kefka waves his hand in the air, summoning over a bag of chips.

"Oh, preprocessed Earth food, I cannot avoid your siren song any longer. Your sweet chemicals and salty tang string me to your side. Fill me with food, you chip-beasts!

"Should I grab some food from my world later?"