Sarah picked up the bowl and handed it to him with not so much a glance in his direction.
"What's wrong with you lately?" Davey asked, prodding further. He was really curious.
"Nothing."
David looked up at his father, surprised. "Huh?"
Mayer shrugged. "I didn't say anything."
Davey's eyes widened and he looked back at Sarah. Was he hearing things, or had she sounded like...like a man?! She narrowed her eyes at him menacingly, as if she'd read his mind. He gulped. He was incapable of standing up to dominant females. So he tried another method. He stood up from the table, took his plate to the sink, and "forgot" to get his glass. "Sar, could you hand me my glass?"
Sarah took hold of the glass, but it shattered in her grip. Davey's eyes widened again. "Whoa, Sarah! You're getting butch!"
"David!" Esther chided, popping him with her napkin. Les chortled.
Sarah turned on him. "What are you laughing at, punk?"
Les stopped laughing immediately. "I have to go potty now."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "I could snap you in half if I wanted to, pea-brain."
Esther and Mayer continued to eat, acting as if nothing were happening. This surprised Davey. Wait, no it didn't.
"Esther, could you get that cake you've been hiding in the cabinet?" Mayer teased, slapping his wife on the backside as she got up. "Mayer!"
Les looked around, confused. "Why's she always got a cake hidden?"
"So you won't find it and eat it," Sarah snapped in her new, manly tone. Indeed, her voice seemed to have dropped seven octaves. Davey gulped.
"I'll get the knife!" Davey announced, heading toward the cabinet.
All of a sudden, all Hades broke loose. Sarah leaped up. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOU AND YOUR KNIVES!" She charged Davey and bodyslammed him. She proceeded to arm-bar and choke-hold him until he begged and pleaded for mercy.
Les stood back and gasped. "Wow."
Sarah, from her sleeper-choke position on David, glared at him. "You're next, aardvark."
