Robby nods his head at the joke back, a smirk on his face that sticks as the other guy continues. He can handle some goofiness, though he will make his way towards the fridges--thank you, Captain Obvious--while speaking up.

"Cow overlords? That's a new one; I heard this whole thing was aliens. If it's cows, we're probably screwed."

Said, with a resignation to his potential death. He's opening up the fridge, looking at the labelling enough to figure out where the whole milk is, and thanks, he'll be taking that. Turns, just so he can add while looking at the self-appointed store attendant.

"We have been eating them for years."

So, you know. No mercy.