You walk down the stairs of your house. The staircase is a spiral with stairs carpeted in an expensive carpet your personal assistant selected for you. It is comfortable beneath your bare feet. This angers you.

The smell of the breakfast pancakes and fresh coffee grows stronger as you descend. You feel hungry, and are looking forward to the coffee waking you up. You hear your girlfriend put an item of cutlery down on the marble kitchen worktop. The clinking sound it makes irritates you. You wish your girlfriend could learn not to make so much damn noise. It's not too much to ask, is it?

You reach the bottom of the staircase. Your girlfriend greets you and indicates towards the table. She has set you down a plate of breakfast pancakes, with a small accompanying dish of a coulis she has made with blueberries picked from the garden of your large house, as well a bottle of maple syrup and a plastic carton of low-cholesterol butter-like spread. Alongside these is a cafetiere brim-full of piping hot coffee, a large mug, a small pot of cream and a jug of reduced fat milk.

Do you want to:

Sit down and eat the food?
Punish your girlfriend for making such a racket with the cutlery by beating her unconscious.