It is okay Moe, I've got this one.
Dear "Marge," This is Sister Chatchka of the Unholy Sistahs of Copelandia's little known sect devoted to the injestion of food wrapped in bread, the imbibement of hoppy beers, and enablement of all sorts. You and me need to have a little chat.
You leave that nice man alone! If he wants to eat 67 hot and spicy gorditas followed by a nacho bell grande or three, he is entitled to do so, simply because he is the creator of THE FLAG. And just so you know, MARGE, if that really is your name, I was in Rancho Malario just last week and the closest thing they had to taco rehab was a taco joint that served fish taco's featuring yesterday's catch with some Salsa verde. So my advice to you is to step off, bitch, and quit trying to quash that man's spirit -- let him call out for some food wrapped in bread.
Okay, Moe, Honey, you go get yourself some tacos if that is what you want.