My officemate and super cool friend Jenny mocks me for this constantly. Her best one liner that sums it up: "Nyet, I worry about your insides." Before you go conceiving of Jenny as some kind of nice person, though, be warned that she is not always so. One time I saracastically, rhetorically asked, "What is wrong with me?," and she responded, "That's an existential question I can't answer for you." Ouch.
Getting back on track for the joke, Jenny and Andrew were going to get coffee and invited me along. But I had just grabbed 54 ounces of flavor country coke zero; I went along, but carried my Thirst Buster with me. Andrew quipped, "That stuff's going to kill you."
I replied, "Interestingly enough, do you know how to say 'Give me cancer!' in Spanish?"
"No, no I don't."
(Wait for it. Wait...)
"¡Aspartame!"

You have no idea how long I had been waiting to use that.
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