"You don't eat."
"You mean they would actually let you starve?"
"If you could not eat, you would starve," the man said matter-of-factly.
"What's all this for, anyway? I mean the medical part."
"You are rationed fairly in accordance with your particular metabolism."
"You're kidding."
"One does not jest of such matters," said the man, getting up to take a seat on another bench.
"But I'd like to keep it as a souvenir."
"It is not permitted."