Because he was Snowden...
Once you're finished with the breasts and thighs, you're left with a greasy box to put your bone in.
Wanton soup. I'll leave now.
He was Snowden.
I'm Snowden!
Take me to the airport.
To the airport please
Edward.
Because he was Snowd en! (according to my friends this joke has been around for awhile, but I hadn't seen it yet, and wanted to share the goof)