The Jaffa Cake bandit

Hagrid has just managed to gorge himself on way too many Jaffa Cakes. I had put them out for a guest and while I answered the door, he managed to open the door to the kitchen and snaffled about half a dozen of them off the countertop. He got well and truly told off for it and was sitting suitable abashed for a while. But then the inevitable happened...he got that weird look on his face and before I could get him outside, he managed to projectile bright orange vomit all over himself and the living room mat. The next time my mother in-law mentions 'grandchildren' to me, I'm going to make her look after Hagrid for a week and see what she thinks then. I already have enough children with six dogs at home!