Or more specifically dinner time.
He was hungry.
Where was the knife, where was the knife where was the knife. Throwing open the drawer in front of him he found it.
Aha he thought. He spun around and saw the toaster, where it always was of course, and his two pieces of bread in it. He was forgetting something. Right.
He spun around again, peanut butter. Of course, the very substance that fed his existance. He grabbed the jar of peanut butter with his right hand.
He turned and strode out with his left foot, and took a quick look out of the kitchen door to his right that somehow made him turn his entire body to face that way. His right foot continued on its path, but behind his left foot instead of in front of it, causing him to turn 360 degrees smoothly and almost gracefully as he brought his left foot around as well to finish with his outstretched knife at the bread.
What on earth Ian, what are you doing pirouetting around your kitchen at 1am in the morning.
He didn't know either.
