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Ford was in a good mood tonight. Everything was already prepared, so when he entered the room, quietly humming to himself, he found the yellow triangle form lying waiting for him, quite a seductive sight, he thought.
He approached the shape and picked up a small cup of sour cream on the way. Grinning, he placed a drop on the triangle only to lick it off again.
Then he picked it up and devoured it in one bite, sighing pleased. Heck, he had missed doritos.