Things have been dull in the kitchen. It’s the knives’ fault. They need sharpening.
I’ll bring them to the store. But not all of them. I’ll hold an audition to determine which will make the cut.
Understandably, some are on edge. Others can’t see the point. Some mince words (we have a sharp difference of opinion).
Finally, I say, “Listen up. You need to behave. No more cutting remarks.”
That’s putting it bluntly.