It's pudding.Good morning, Buccellati.Why would I got to eat one when it's been warmed within your hair!! What punishment game is this, damn it!!-No!?Hey, Giorno! I knew you were a weird idiot from the first day we met, but now you're more and more crazy. What's with your head!! Haa!? Is it a Stand!? Were you hit by a new stand we don't know about!?CUT THAT SHIT OUT!!Morning, Gior...I, Giorno Giovanna, have a dream!!I shall become a gang star and create a drug circuit throughout Naples for pudding!!
And, on the side, I'll make it so everyone thinks Neapolitan spaghetti is delicious!!With this, I can eat one whenever I want. Haven't you ever thought that rummaging through the fridge and standing there thinking, "Is there a pudding in here or not", each time is meddlesome and a really pointless act, Buccellati? It's senseless, pointless, so futile... I hate doing things which are unnecessary.
Do you want one?
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