“Do you want the knife or the fork?”
“I’ll take the knife, Charlie.”
“Okey-doke, here ya go, and I’ll take the fork then.” Charlie stopped, fork hovering, and looked down. “What about NoSeeNoTalk Sourpuss down there?” he whispered. “Do you suppose he’ll want the spoon?”
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