True to his word, and exhibiting exceptional control over otherwise uncontrollable urges, 16 year-old MMA enthusiast Henry David Thoreau Plasset – oldest son of Mr. Egbert Plasset Jr. and Ms. Yolanda Gu-Plasset – took one, single, last, final bite of cake before pushing away a plate still thickly scattered with morsels of gooey chocolate frosting and perfectly moist angel-food-cake. Glancing over at the remnants of the cake itself, a mouth-watering, three-tiered numbered that Mrs. Gu-Plasset had made to commemorate her daughter's 8th birthday, Henry David patted himself on the belly, wiped off his mouth, and settled with obvious contentment into the deep folds of his favorite couch. Being alone in the house, young Master Plasset fell asleep briefly with the small paper plate of cake crumbs balancing on the couch's armrest and threatening to fall onto the newly-shampooed carpet; before it could fall, however, he was awakened by a text-message from his younger brother, a boy of 6 years, who alerted him therein to the rest of the family's impending return from the mall.
Rushing to clean up the most obvious of messes he had created in the kitchen, H.D.T. Plasset cut himself another piece of cake, which he ate slowly and with great relish, claiming to the rest of his family in loud tones that it was not just his first but also his last piece of cake for the day, of which he was just about to take the last and final bite.
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