*hands Kyle a knife* You do the honors. And hurry, I’m hungry! And watch where you’re waving that thing!!!
Alright. *cuts the cake in half* I get this half. *proceeds to cut the half he is not taking into more pieces and then starts eating his half of the cake*
The cake is whatever kind you like best. I think we’ll need more than one cake, though. *brings in large pie* As with the cake, this pie is whatever kind you like best.
That gives me an idea. *puts some of the icecream that Ben brought between two cookies, dips that in chocolate, tops it with stawberries, and then eats it*
“Alice looked at the jury-box, and saw that, in her haste, she had put the Lizard in head downwards, and the poor little thing was waving its tail about in a melancholy way, being quite unable to move. She soon got it out again, and put it right; 'not that it signifies much,' she said to herself; 'I should think it would be quite as much use in the trial one way up as the other.'” -- Lewis Carroll,