[Ralph has...some heavy thought bricks to sort through now and he doesn't like a single one of them. Who...who would make a game like that? Why would anyone pay money to see that? WHAT WERE THE KIDS PLAYING THESE DAYS SWEET MOTHER HUBBARD?]
[He's quiet for some time. Then he gets up. It looks like he's going to abandon Wrath but soon he returns with another pudding cup. He peels the top off and starts eating the gross, room-temp stuff himself as he stares into nothing.]
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[He's quiet for some time. Then he gets up. It looks like he's going to abandon Wrath but soon he returns with another pudding cup. He peels the top off and starts eating the gross, room-temp stuff himself as he stares into nothing.]