Peters was eating a pie. Nothing unusual there, as it was Christmas day and time to let the drawstrings loose. And he stuffs his gut all year anyhow. But I was particularly fascinated by the way the crumbs exploded on his fat face as he shovelled the meat-filled pastry into his gob.
‘Ah, that reminds me,’ I announced, my finger prodding empty air, ‘I need to do some collision detection.’
It was for my virtual world, which contains a cube and a cone: