As Amy kindly refused up on his offer of a bonus, Phillip shrugged, but was happy that she would at least accompany him. "Right then...shrimp...is that like lobster but smaller? Baby lobsters?" Phillip stared at the small piece of seafood with an intense glare, not quite sure how exactly to go about it. Maybe he had to use scissors or something? He tried to remember how Amy did it just now...aw geez, this stuff really was harder than it looked! How was he supposed to learn anything at this kind of rate?

"Have no fear! I will solve this most puzzling puzzlements of....er, puzzles." Taking a small knife, Phillip brought the blade down towards the outer layer of the shrimp, carefully lining it up....and proceeded it bring it down in one mighty chop. As expected, the thing was cut in two. However, the front portion of the shrimp was inadvertently launched in the air; Phillip watched it so, his eyes keeping track of its dancing, airborne form, as if in a trance.

"Uh, Amy? It's...hey look out!" The shrimp piece did a double turn, letting gravity handle the rest as it plummeted back down to earth. It landed right in the middle of the pizza dough, giving off a loud and wet plopping noise. Phillip looked at his maid sheepishly.

"Um....oops."