Jam or Marmalade?
"Garlic."
"Ginger."
"Grapes."
"Garibaldi's."
"Should we even ask?" Caroline and Boyce looked at first Mac and then Guy.
"We're seeing who can name the most foods beginning with the letter 'g'." Mac explained. "It's your turn Guy."
"G…g…Gandalf!" Guy cried.
"What is it with people shouting fictional Lord of the Rings characters? You can't eat Gandalf."
"You could if you were a cannibalistic hobbit. You try thinking of something else beginning with g then."
"Gorgonzola."
"Damn it!" Guy cried and proceeded to balance the pint glass on his forehead.
That was when the pink camel resurfaced to steal coco-pops this time.
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"Are you actually going to stand like this all day?" Caroline asked as Guy fiddled with the tubes connected to the machines in surgery.
"Yep. I bet Mackerel here that I wouldn't be able to do it." He said re-positioning the pint glass, which was now full of loose change and parking tickets on his forehead.
"You do realise that balancing the pint glass on your face was the forfeit for losing our earlier bet, right?" Mac looked across at him.
"Well ginger-breath I turned what could have been a losing situation into a winning one! 'Cos I'm so great."
"Uh-huh." Mac said.
"Yes I am. I am great."
"Guy, put the patient down." Caroline warned.
"The patient should feel lucky."
"Yeah lucky to be unconscious." Mac retorted.
"I heard that. Can't stop me now! I'm having such a good time – I'm having a ball! Hey that almost hit me! Stop chucking spatulas at me!"
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A/n yes I do mean spatulas, not scalpels as you were thinking. Both Caroline and Mac have come prepared with kitchen utensils to throw at Guy.