The carbon spoon flew at his head with the the accuracy of a shuriken thrown by a master ninja. Fiddlesticks was able to meet this challenge, for he had the reflexes of a ninja master himself. He caught the spoon with relative ease. A relic from his childhood years, when the kids at school threw stuff at him constantly and consistently. When Fiddlesticks learned how to catch even the fastest and hardest thrown projectiles, he inspired respect as well as intimidation. That experience formed the philosophy Fiddelsticks held regarding challenges in life. Like most people though, he wasn't always able to live up to his own ideals.

[color=pink]"Hey, I wasn't trying to date the cleaner bot!"[/color] Fiddlesticks shouted. [color=pink]"It wanted me to, uhh"[/color] Fiddlesticks started to blush. [color=pink]"It's a secret!"[/color] he shouted again. 

Fiddlesticks changed the subject in an attempt to steer the conversation away from the embarrassing topic. [color=pink]"Oh, uh, Toony. I knew that!"[/color] Fiddlesticks said awkwardly. [color=pink] "It doesn't matter to me if you're a girl or not. It's just that, I don't know."[/color] Fiddlesticks stated. He now felt beyond awkward. 

In times of awkwardness and uncertainty, Fiddlesticks turned to food. He proceeded to use the carbon spoon to take the first delicious scoop of ice cream.