"Damn it Sebastian! Where did all the silverware go this time?" Ciel asked, standing over the kitchen drawers angrily. "Sebastian?!"
"Uh...."
Ciel stepped outside to find Grell, forks stuck in pretty much every inch of his skin.
"What the hell, Sebastian?"
"Ummm..." Sebastian held out a fork sheepishly. "Here you go, young master."

This one sucks but I'm posting it anyway. Maybe somebody will get a kick out of it...