"I'm looking for my spoon! I put it right here! It-it was beside the bowl! It's not here now! It was my spoon and I put it here and now it's gone! That is totally unfair! I was gonna use it again!" he exclaimed animatedly.
He bent down nearly loosing balance to look on the floor. His crutch wobbled dangerously.
"I can't find it! I didn't leave it for that long!" he said straightening and pointing to Jo wagging his fingers with his words. "And now it's gone. And I liked that spoon! It had a little flower print on the handle. We had memorable times, me and that spoon! Stupid City taking it away from me like they've taken everything else away from me; damn bastard sentient piece of crap..."
He paused. His finger went a little crooked as a sheepish look crossed his features. He squinted a little.