Rob headed for the bag of large crinkly tin-foiled covered chips that had been left on the benchtop as Danielle was talking on the phone to her friend Giunevere about some tasks she needed to cover. Rob was too busy chomping through most of the tangy thin crisps to notice Danielle's hand hovering over the bag as the rest of the chips were tumbling over him, covering him in a fine dust of spices.
"Mmph, can't talk, eating," muttered Rob as he slavered his way through the blissful chips, which was like heaven to him as now Danielle was deciding whether to save some for later. What does happen to Rob now?
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