The bathroom door slammed open, and out stepped a somewhat damp Mr. Black, face neutral and expressionless, lipstick clumsily smeared across his mouth. He pressed the earpiece that he wore, "This is Mr. Black. I have successfully infiltrated the Remembrance Day event. Native population does not suspect a thing. Commencing mingling."

He walked to the central table and crammed an hors d'oeuvre into his mouth. He chewed exactly ten times and swallowed, the appetizer tasting no better or worse than dust upon his palate. "Mm. Very good.", he said loudly, but without any inflection, "Whoever has made this hors d'oeuvre is an extremely good cook. Yes. Who has prepared these hors d'ouvres. I must speak to them and compliment them on such wonderful hors d'ouvres. If only they would come and greet me so that I could compliment them on these hors d'ouvres."

Mr. Black looked around slowly. Anyone? No, nobody had taken the bait and claimed the hors d'ouvres as theirs. He shuffled somewhat further down the table, and repeated the process, this time with a slice of ham. Once again, Mr. Black raised his voice. "Mm. Very good. Whoever has made this meat is an extremely good cook. Yes. Who has prepared this meat. I must speak to them and compliment them on such wonderful meats. If only they would come and greet me so that I could compliment them on this meat."