The announcement was broadcast like wildfire, “Doughnuts in the breakroom!”

I ran to investigate and there waiting for my arrival was the most beautiful of sprinkled doughnuts.  Beckoning me.  There, just for me.

Primal Dave sitting on a shoulder provided guidance, “Eat!”

Gym Dave sitting on my other shoulder suggested a compromise, “Use the plastic knife and cut the doughnut into quarters.  Bro, a quarter doughnut will taste the same.”

Primal Dave returned, “Eat!”

Wasting no time and seeing a solution ahead, I began slicing the breakfast temptation.

Snap!  Gym Dave overpowered the knife and snapped it in two.  Good intentions defeated by the resulting torque from too many workouts.

Gym Dave let out a sad, “Bro!”

The troubles of a well intended doughnut compromise.  At least, I tried and an honest attempt certainly deserves a doughnut reward.  Primal Dave and Gym Dave agree.