Sebastion tosses the container on the counter.  He hadn't taken but a bite of it.  "Fine.  Whatever."  He goes into the fridge and pulls out some left over ham.  He grabs a knife and a cutting board.  He stands the ham on edge and holds it with his fingers and thumbs on the side.  He begins to cut.  The phone rings and he jumps.  It takes him a minute to realize why his finger suddenly stings.  Salt from the hand and the sharp blade entering his skin.  He yelps and the knife drops to the floor.  As does a bit of his blood.  Straight to his mouth and in goes the finger.  He jumps back from the counter and rocks to into a standing, half fetal position.  A stream of words best not repeated flows from his mouth around his finger.<br/><br/>((yes, but had to get you out of bed with no earplugs in.))