"Renamed for all of us earthlings." And non-earthlings, for that matter. He can't help but wonder of this is stranger or more familiar for the people from other planets. Thinking about this makes his french fries, not potato but reasonably close, suddenly seem more alien than anything else from today.

(Potatoes don't count as vegetables once they're fried. Mulder can put them away like they're nothing.)

"If you want to go shopping tomorrow," he continues, "I could use a new aquarium. Some weird fish. Maybe an alien treasure chest."