He's going for it. He's going for it. Oh it's a fumble. Wait the kid's got a grip on it! He's got it! At the cost of nearly tangling his IV line but the needle hasn't popped out and neither has his jello. Sweet. He swipes his finger around the rim and gives the tip a lick. Grape. No shit, it's purple. Then Freddy can't help but laugh and almost he might just laugh so hard that he cries. Fortunately it doesn't come to that, at least on the outside. Petty details.