Brian peered at Wensley suspiciously. "No, really, whatcha doin'? Can I eat it?" He grasped the pantry and pulled himself up, making various jars rattle.
"Pudding! Icky pudding. Icky old chocolate pudding. Please," he added. "Please with pudding on top."
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"Pudding! Icky pudding. Icky old chocolate pudding. Please," he added. "Please with pudding on top."