The Spy
He was a spy all right. You could tell by the way he walked into a room, spinning around to see of someone was behind him. He would order a cocktail then spit it out, in case it had been poisoned. Then he would be asked to leave.
When his new girlfriend made him a cocktail, he spit it out too.
“Did you think I was trying to poison you?” she snapped.
“No, it was way too sweet.”