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Of course I do. So we need to make some fake blood... be right back. [sneaks down to the kitchen to rummage, discreetly grabbing what he needs, telling his mom he's getting a snack, even though she scolds him for ruining his appetite. whatevs, mom. grabs a bag of chips and trots back upstairs, tossing the goods onto his bed.] I got you some chips.