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"You the guy who ordered the 'Glacier'?" the driver asked, checking his clipboard.

Arthur looked at Chad, then at his mountain of pints, and finally at his own shivering hands—he hadn't felt warm since the shipment arrived. He realized he didn't own the ice cream; the ice cream owned him.

He ended up throwing the "Halo Gala." He invited the entire neighborhood, handed out wooden spoons like party favors, and watched as five hundred pints vanished in a single, brain-freezing afternoon. As the last pallet was cleared, Arthur felt a strange lightness.

At first, it was bliss. He felt like a king atop a throne of erythritol. But the social consequences hit fast. Friends stopped coming over for dinner because "dessert" was always a choice between thirty different flavors of frozen protein water. His electric bill started looking like a mortgage payment.

The breaking point came when a local gym-bro named Chad heard rumors of the "Creamy Motherlode." Chad showed up at midnight, offering to trade a high-end rowing machine for three cases of Chocolate Mocha Chip.

He walked to the store the next day and bought exactly one pint of Strawberry. He finished it in ten minutes, tossed the container, and slept in a house that finally smelled like air instead of cold vanilla.

Arthur didn’t just like Halo Top; he lived by it. To Arthur, the "360 calories per pint" label wasn't just nutritional info—it was a challenge.

Arthur nodded solemnly. What followed was a logistical ballet. Using a rented industrial freezer that now took up seventy percent of his garage, Arthur began his hoard. There were towers of Sea Salt Caramel, literal walls of Peanut Butter Cup, and a dedicated "emergency wing" for Birthday Cake.