Everyman looked at the plate on the absent man's table. Hmmmm... thothe mutht be the Thpamel dumplingth, he thought. With a flick of his wrist he emptied half the plate into his doggy bag.

Thothe rollth look nithe, too. I'm thure there are too many for one perthon to eat anyway.

Strolling back towards Hildebeest who had now returned to her seat, he passed another table that attracted his attention. He bumped into the lady's chair and knocked her napkin to the floor. As she bent to pick it up he quickly scooped several of her Spamel nuggets into his bag.

"I'm tho thorry," he apologised profusely as the lady came upright. "Let me get you another napkin."

The lady looked at the filthy figure before her and shuddered. "Errr, no thank you, that's quite all right."

"Are you thure?" he asked politely and deftly lifted a Spamale from the table behind him without turning around.

"Quite," she said with certainty.

"Well, then, I'd betht be getting back to Mumthy," he smiled.