1 Guy 2 Spoons Novels & Stories

“Stand up!” The four members of my party stood up sheepishly. I waved at them. They nervously waved back like contestants in a ‘who can act the most awkward’ competition. It was a four-way dead heat. The frogman looked confused. “What exactly are you people?” It was a good question. “Do we have a deal?” He nodded. “Wait!” said the female. She held up two fingers. “Two pots. And a big spoon.” I smiled — a fellow spoon lover. “Okay.” All that time thinking violence was the answer when the only weapon I needed was good old capitalism.

I asked the girl as I placed the empty red cup on the table. "Sure," she said as she took another red cup and handed it over to me. "Make it another one," I said as I took the cup from her. "You better slow down with those," the one guy said beside her. "I think he is right," Spooky appeared beside me.

First one to finish gets to escape! I was doing okay, but Lucas was struggling hilariously with his oatmeal and a fork. He could barely get any food on it - just pushing it around uselessly. It was like trying to eat soup with chopsticks - completely ridiculous. After what seemed like an eternity of hesitation, I heard Lucas quietly ask the server if there were any spoons. The cheerful server called back loudly, "There's a whole container of them right by that pretty lady's elbow - help yourself, handsome!"