“Hey dawg can I get some balsamic chicken?” King Bach proposed. His friend countered with, “Only a spoonful.” After that statement King Bach’s expression changes to a smirk, for he has realized a loophole. He holds up for us, the audience, to see a comically large stainless steel spoon. One might think that King Bach’s friend, the owner of the balsamic chicken, and the one who proposed that rule, would feel like a fool at the sight of the large spoon, for that spoon would take up an entire quart, nay, gallon of balsamic chicken without filling it! The play ends with King Bach opening the fridge to retrieve the balsamic chicken, while one can assume that his friend is hanging his head in shame.