The man poking the replicator has a look on his face. It's a very particular look. It's a combination of giddy joy and stymied frustration, which is hard to achieve.

"Computer, how does this work?" He's angling his head up into the aperture, trying to see its insides and failing.

Simply state your preferred food and temperature.

"No, no. I know how it works. But how does it work?!"

Please restate query.

"Yeah, I'll restate it with a screwdriver when I take it apart," he mutters, just quietly enough to not be understood by the ship's computer.