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Well the *something* was a daikon raddish so it wasn't a totally unknown object.
For some reason, if there is something on my plate I don't like, it needs to be removed from my plate in order for me to enjoy the rest of the meal.
I guess there is some confusion with the command *get this off the plate because I don't want to eat it* that becomes *remove this from the plate* which then becomes *eat this* in my mind.
Anyhow, guess it *is* just me.
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