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Robert chuckles when Isaac jabbed him in the arm. His father pouts at him and sticks out his tongue. Like his son he was a mature man, but he had his childish moments. "You better watch it young mister. Have you ever heard what happens you mock the cook? They spit in your food." he said and in joking manner and laughed. Of course he would never do that.
It took a little while, but the four pieces of waffles were finished. Two stacks on each plate for him and his child. He then took out jelly and maple for his son to choose what he wants on his waffles. As for him though, he went into the fridge. Pulling out a red bull for himself and the bottle of chocolate syrup. Popping the cap open and pours it on his stack. "Come and get it, before they get cold." he said. Grabbing a knife and fork for himself. Taking a seat at the small dinning table.
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