The scene begins tonight with a shot in the dark, as a light is switched on to gain a view of the staircase at home. Thuds are heard as feet come into the scene from above, pulling back to soon see Dorito walking down the steps wearing a black tanktop and some black and blue dragon sleep-pants. He gets to the bottom of the staircase and stops for a moment.

Dorito: Hmmm, ugh, another night alone.

He continues on, walking a few steps along the wall before turning to his right, extending his arm to flip a switch, gaining light in the kitchen. There he walks in, going past the frig, and goes up to grab the handle of a cabinet.

Dorito: Ah, delicious raisin bran crunch.

He tugs on the handle, opening the door, but there is no box of that yummy raisin bran crunch, but in its place is a box of apple jacks.

Dorito: What the douche? What the bloody snot is this?

Letting go of the handle, he reaches into the cabinet and pulls out the box of cereal, turning it aside as he sets it on the counter top, looking at the front which advertises Yoda and a glowing red spoon.

Dorito: Sweet! A light-spoon! This is SOO mine.

He grabs at the top of the flaps, and tears the top flap off the lower flap, and opens the box up. He then looks in the box, seeing the plastic bag of cereal, but right on top of that, slightly set to the side, is a smaller plastic bag, containing the spoon in two parts.

Dorito: Odd, talk about not having to dump all this crap on the floor to get to this. People have smartened up, putting the prize on top instead of burying it at the bottom.

Dorito turns the box around, looking at the back, to see a green and a blue spoon.

Dorito: Even sweeter, you better be blue.

Dorito sets the package on the counter to grab a bowl from another cabinet, setting that on the counter as well. He splits the bag of cereal open, and lifts the box up to sift some of the cereal into the bowl. He fills it about halfway, then sets the box down and closes the flap. He puts the box back, shutting the cabinet doors, then grabs the refrigerator door handle and yanks the door open. He reaches in, grabbing the half-gallon carton of skim milk, and screws the cap off. He holds it with his left hand as he lifts and pours some milk into the bowl before stopping and putting the lid back on and putting the milk away, shutting the door behind. He then lifts up the package with the spoon in two pieces, and he punctures a hole with his thumb to split the package, and pulls out a smaller package from that. He begins reading the directions on it.

Dorito: Remove spoon from handle and wash spoon end. Don't submerge handle in liquid, since it is not waterproof. Duh. Don't put in microwave since it contains metal parts. Duh, yeah, the force is a real thing. Stupid. Hmm, operating instructions? HAHAHA!! They put on here how to use a spoon? Too funny.

He punctures the package with the half containing the spoony part itself, and pulls that out. He turns around and grabs a handle on the sink and turns it on, thrusting out some hot water, inwhich he runs the spoon under it for a few seconds and rubs it with his fingers.

Dorito: Good enough.

He then raises his hand up, putting the spoon end in his mouth as he returns his attention to the package and punctures a hole into the other half, pulling out the handle itself. He tosses the wrapper aside on the counter and grabs the end out of his mouth and connects the two pieces together.

Dorito: You better be blue.

He switches the black button, then presses the red button, and the spoon glows red.

Dorito: DAMN YOU!!

He lets go of the button for a second, then presses it in again.

Dorito: This is so cool!

He blinks it a few times, then holds it in and waves the spoon about in the air, making whirring noises himself for a few moments.

Dorito: I'm so gonna show this to Chris tomorrow night at Madness. The force is with me, and if me and Matt have to face Pharoah and Olympus, if they do get a bye into the second round, then they're going to get their triangles broken, then shattered, Obi-Wan style!

Dorito jumps and swooshes his spoon toward the view with his red glow, and cuts the feed into black.