What, what, ow, what? Sure, he's gotten sucker punched before, but usually for vastly different reasons. Dazed in equal parts from surprise and pain, he scowled at her through his glasses as he pushed them back up..

"There's a few inherent flaws in your definition of comeraderwhat?"

He whirled around to see and--yes, that's right. The pot was jiggling across the stovetop, with one charred hunk of mystery meat trying to escape over the edge. As he looked, it wiggled its end and gave an audible "Glopp."

"...What the hell was in that sauce?"