Sugar Powered Robots
"Spare them." Tall, rather well built teenager said his friend, more bony but taller than him, with dark, natural black hair who was currently drowning his pancaked in mixture of honey and maple syrup.
"Let him be." third, shorter than them teen said between sips of coffee.
First guy, Filmore Anderson sighed heavily, "Why should I, Fir? Just look at it!" He protested pointing Ike's plate. "I can almost hear them bed for forgiveness!" he continued.
"At least he's not trying to feed those things to us." goth said "And don't call me that."
"Can you two stop talking as if I wasn't here?" Ike asked finally taking a pity on miserable pile, now completely covered in layer of sweetness.
"Fillie started it." Firkle said, using nickname said guy HATED on purpose to annoy him.
Filmore just sighed. "You did the robot thing again." he said searching his own pockets in search of his phone. "And why are you always pouring so much of this stuff on you pancakes?" he asked eyeing Canadian who was already chewing.
"Power." Ike said, his eyes doing the robot thing again. "Sugar provides lot's of it." he added taking another bite/ fork of pancakes. "Want some?"
"No." both of his only friends said instantly.
"Suit yourselves." he shrugged.