Hildebeest belched and sat back in her chair. "That was g-g-good."

Everyman looked at his empty plate. "Did we have any of that Thpamelkopita yet, Mumthy?"

Mumsy surveyed the remains left on her plate. "N-n-no, I don't believe we d-d-did."

"Too bad, I would've liked thome of that."

The waiter approached his dreaded customers reluctantly, scarcely daring to look at them.

"Would you two like to ord .." he began, then turned slackjawed as he saw the remains of a five course meal strewn across the table.

"What's this?" he pointed at the table, unable to help himself.

"What'th what?" Everyman said innocently.

"All this food, THAT's what!" said the waiter indignantly. "Now what did you have, so I can write up your check."

Everyman's eyes narrowed.

"We didn't order anything. You can't write us a check."

"But, but... you ate all this..." the waiter looked aghast.

"Of courthe we ate it... it was leftoverth!"

"Leftovers?" the waiter said weakly. "LEFTovers?"

"Yeth!" said Everyman triumphantly. "We jutht took them before they got left."