I Hate Pudding

Sometimes you’re a really giant scary looking Viking guy who can break things with his bare hands and lift really big heavy things and people tend to get out of your way.

But you’re not a jerk about it or anything and usually all you want from the world is to be left alone and for your family to be happy and safe.

But then sometimes your tiny little girl is in a giant cold hospital and they’re holding her down and poking her with needles and she’s really scared and upset and you have to keep reminding yourself it’s all for the best.

So, you go eat your pudding by yourself in the cafeteria so you don’t punch an orderly and run out of the hospital with your girl under your arm.

I hate pudding.

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