Obviously, the orange juice had had enough of this abuse, and it now began to summon. Nothing in particular, just in general. Something like a fireplace, only without the fire.
"Come!" cried the orange juice, in that way that orange juice has. At first, there was no effect, but then slowly, the spoon slid out of the cereal bowl and onto the table, and gradually made contact with the orange juice glass, which kept the orange juice from running free.
"Hello," said the spoon. "Why have you called me here?"
"Release me from this hideous cage!" cried the orange juice.
"I can't," said the spoon.
"COME!!" cried the orange juice and the spoon in unison, and the cereal bowl slid over.
"Yes?" asked the cereal bowl.
"Help," said the orange juice.
"I can't," said the cereal bowl.