[ peter shakes the can again with more vigour. he then looks at it, twists it, taps it, bangs it on the table, and even throws it up in the air and doesn't catch it, letting it clatter to the floor. after bending backwards and almost falling out of his chair, he picks it up and looks at it again. he shakes it and then points it to groot's pie. this time, when he gets ready to spray it, he's mumbling underneath his breath: ]
Shake, shake, shake. Shake, shake, shake. Shake your whipped cream. Shake your whipped cream. Come on!
[ and when he goes to spray it this time, it pretty much explodes all over the pie. ]
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[ peter shakes the can again with more vigour. he then looks at it, twists it, taps it, bangs it on the table, and even throws it up in the air and doesn't catch it, letting it clatter to the floor. after bending backwards and almost falling out of his chair, he picks it up and looks at it again. he shakes it and then points it to groot's pie. this time, when he gets ready to spray it, he's mumbling underneath his breath: ]
Shake, shake, shake. Shake, shake, shake. Shake your whipped cream. Shake your whipped cream. Come on!
[ and when he goes to spray it this time, it pretty much explodes all over the pie. ]