The train that carried Dio's thoughts of "food, food, food" was derailed by a large spike labeled "CONTEST." His eyes sharply turned alongside his whole body at the voice of the child, at which he snatches the parchment with a brute's lack of grace. And a little more, as he ended up tearing the fabric in half.<br/><br/>"..."<br/><br/>"Would that have been the ticket to enter the contest, young lad?"<br/><br/>Please say no.