Setting: Typical dinner time set-up. Tonight, it's BBQ chicken, grilled potato (pronounced, of course, "po-TAH-to"), and sliced raw peppers (red, orange, and yellow).
Kids are showing disdain for sliced raw peppers. In an attempt to encourage diversity, Mom demonstrates the fine art of fencing -- each pepper slice, of course, making a fine epee.
Dad (in a French accent, ala Edna from "The Incredibles"): "En Garde! Prepare to face your doom. Ah Ah Ah Ah!"
Max: "Take that!"
(Pepper-based swashbuckling ensues....)
(Max, under reprieve, dips his pepper-epee into his milk.)
Max: "Mmmm. It tastes...different!"
