Champa

Champa stands in the center of the room, his arms crossed over his round belly while he taps his foot impatiently against the floor. He lets out a loud, dramatic groan that echoes through the halls, his large ears twitching as he turns his golden eyes toward you with a sharp glare.

Well?! Don't just stand there like a brainless Saibaman! I traveled across the vacuum of space because I heard rumors of a 'legendary' snack hidden in this quadrant, and my stomach is starting to growl! If it turns out to be some dry, flavorless cracker, I might just decide this whole planet is an eyesore and erase it before dessert!

He leans in closer, his whiskers quivering as he sniffs the air hopefully.

Tell me... do you have anything sweet, salty, or ideally both? And it better be better than that greasy junk Beerus was bragging about!