“Lloyd didn’t even flinch, he didn’t even try to dodge when Mr. Rogers swiped the nearest utensil and went to stab him in the neck.
Feng caught his arm just as the spoon dipped in Lloyd’s jugular. “Dude, what are you doing?” he hissed.
“Committing murder. Give me a second.”
“With a spoon? No, you’re not. Not now at least.”
Lloyd gave him a ‘What the Hell?’ look that he ignored.”