I was doing a staredown with Mojo last night when I felt a gentle touch on my spoon, then a tug on my bowl - filled with heavenly, five-minute mug chocolate cake. I knew something was up.
When I turned back to my empty spoon, I said "bastard" as I spooned up another bite and MadCat almost snorted illicit chocolate cake through his nose.
Yeah, like I didn't know he was stealing my cake!
Incidentally: you cannot 'illicit' a response from someone, unlike 'elicit'. And this from a journalist! Words fail me.
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