"No, I know what I'm doing!" the meerkat argued. "If anyone knows about eating, it's me!" He paused and sucked in through his teeth. His head failed to feel any different but he was not about to let that get in his way of finishing his ice cream. "I'm a professional. Just give me a minute." Timon massaged his head and surprisingly quickly his screams began to descend to a simple groan. Without leaving room for the Nobody to argue he took another large bite out of his ice cream bar at the next chance he got.

No food could conquer him.

... Except for maybe chocolate. But other than that, there was no food too hot or too cold, too spicy or too mild, to salty or bland for The Great Timon. His expression grew sour once again as the taste of the ice cream he had just consumed hit him. "Mmm... Delicious." he choked out.