Vendor: "You said you haven't eaten anything in at least a year. I've heard people talk that way before, but in your case I believe it! Can I get you something to wash down all this food?" Skeletal customer: "Yes, throw in a bottle of diet soda. No sugar -- I don't want to get fat!"

I looked at a list of popular types of street food in Paris, and decided that the skeleton, having been denied a good meal for a long time (ever since he died, if you hadn't guessed), is getting ready to chow down on large quantities of Moroccan lamb sausage, deep-fried truffle fries, and hot dog baguettes. He's already handed the vendor an orange debit card as a sign of good faith. (Never leave home without it!)