I can't possibly be the ONLY person who would throat punch a paraplegic homeless orphan for one tiny cup of butterscotch pudding.
surely.

it would have to be cold butterscotch pudding through. room temp - no deal.

I suppose I could rant on about how I fucking hate room temp pudding, but in a pinch I would consume it. I just wouldn't throat punch the orphan for it.

thought of the day - insurance claims attach a percentage to every limb you have. each foot if 25% and each hand is the same. totaling 100%. each insurance company is different in how much they pay per limb, should you become dismembered at any point in your life. however, your head isn't given a percentage value. instead, they just pay you out based on decapitation.
strangely enough, if you lose an entire arm, plus one hand or foot it's considered a 75% decrease in bodily function. but if you lost an entire leg, plus one hand or one foot, it's still only a 50% decrease.
isn't it fun trusting insurance companies with basic math?