[He levels the kitchen with a skeptical but somewhat prideful “fight me” stare. And then he stubbornly sets off, moving slow with his hands just slightly out by his waist.
Okay. Looking for... a box... with handles on the front. No. No. A box with hands, feels cool... Tall. Aha! He clutches the handle a moment and then pulls, praying it’s the fridge.
Thankfully, cold air hits him. Now he has to find the plate of steamed dumplings inside.]
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Okay. Looking for... a box... with handles on the front. No. No. A box with hands, feels cool... Tall. Aha! He clutches the handle a moment and then pulls, praying it’s the fridge.
Thankfully, cold air hits him. Now he has to find the plate of steamed dumplings inside.]