Too bad. But I actually just came out for soda and cream puffs, so you're off the hook.

[Disappearing into the kitchen, he returns with a can of soda... and then casually dips under the couch to retrieve the cream puffs there, smoothly moving out of hitting rage to head back towards the bedroom door.]

And I'm not the one riding Malik like a show pony, Harriet, so you might want to reconsider that statement... again.