Key Lime Pie

MF just tried to dump a key lime pie on me. More accurately, MF tried to push the pie that I was eating into my face, using a deft underhanded maneuver that I was appallingly unprepared for.  It was my fault; I was eating it in front of him, and he got mad after I explained how I don’t really like key lime pie.  I masterfully averted his stratagem, with a quick shuffling of hands and a scooting of bottom, but found I had lost my appetite for the key lime. So, I handed him the pie in a gesture of goodwill... and craftily planned and implemented a hail-Mary salt dispatch, but it was not to be.  MF finished the pie.  I have crumbs in my hair.