Dwight VS Cheesy Egg Sandwiches

Dwight is a very picky choosy eater. Tonight was not my finest moment in the kitchen. I'd been coughing and sneezing while subbing in the first grade classroom. I came home tired. I didn't feel like cooking a huge meal. I really didn't feel like cooking at all.
Tonight's Menu: Cheesy Egg Sandwiches-it's the perfect go-to meal-for everyone except Dwight.
I put the sandwich in front of him. He instantly scowled. He promptly proceeded to gripe and complain and gripe some more. I ignored it for awhile, then I went a little nuts.
Dwight: I'm not eating this. I don't like Cheesy Egg Sandwiches.
Me: You are eating this. I made it for you and you'll eat it.
Dwight: Why? Why do you feed me food that you know I purposely don't like? It's not right. I can't help it if I was born not liking eggs or bread.
Me: IGNORING DWIGHT SO MY HEAD DOESN'T EXPLODE
Dwight: AFTER ABOUT 10 MINUTES AN EMPTY PLATE APPEARS.
Me: Did you just eat that whole sandwich?
Dwight: Yes
Me: Really? You ate the whole thing? You didn't stuff it into your pockets?
Dwight: (Smiling) No
Me: See, I knew deep down you really do like cheesy egg sandwiches.
Dwight: I said I ate it but I still don't like it. Why do you think I liked it?
Me: Well, I saw no physical gagging. You're still alive.
Dwight: I was gagging spiritually.