[He LEAPS to his feet-- leaps, no one has ever gotten up so dramatically-- and races to the fridge, throwing it open. And lo and behold, there is a cup of pudding. What a coincidence! What a plot twist! What a time to be alive, and he grabs it, returning to kneel at his son's side.]
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But do we have any?
[He LEAPS to his feet-- leaps, no one has ever gotten up so dramatically-- and races to the fridge, throwing it open. And lo and behold, there is a cup of pudding. What a coincidence! What a plot twist! What a time to be alive, and he grabs it, returning to kneel at his son's side.]
Giorno!