Watermelon Slice Standoff

I marched straight into the kitchen looking for worthy targets and spotted a fat slice of red watermelon lounging on a cutting board. It looked juicy, undefended, and completely full of itself. I climbed up a dish towel, drew a wooden cocktail skewer from an open jar, and squared off against the beast. With a fearsome battle cry, I stabbed the skewer straight into the rind, levering myself up to pop out a glossy black seed with my foot. Scent of sweet melon juice everywhere, and victory tasted sticky and magnificent.