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Author: Cariann |
"I don�t get the spork," Pacey commented out of nowhere.
"What?" Dawson asked completely confused.
Pacey held up the plastic eating utensil to show Dawson. "The spork. The half spoon half fork eating utensil. I mean it sucks as a spoon cause whatever you are trying to spoon falls through the prongs, but the prongs aren�t long enough to work as an adequate fork, so you�re left with this completely useless utensil."
"Why didn�t you just grab a fork then?" Joey asked annoyed.
"Because there is something about the spork that makes it seem better than a fork or spoon, but in reality it�s not. It�s kind of like 2 in 1 shampoo. It�s doesn�t really clean your hair, and leaves it rather dry, but we buy the 2 in 1 because it quicker, and seems like a great idea."
"So what you�re saying is that the lunch people have tricked you into using the spork, and not a fork," Dawson replied with an amused grin on his face.
Pacey pounds his fist on the table, and said, "Precisely. They mislead you in the perception that you are saving time, raw materials, and using a product of convenience when in actuality it�s more inconvenient for you, but cheaper for them"
Joey snorted, and then asked, "Do you even listen to what comes out of your mouth?
"I�m right, and you know it," Pacey replied with a flirtatious grin.
"If it�s so damn inconvenient for you here."
Joey threw her fork at Pacey, and grabbed the spork out of his hand.
"Josephine I didn�t know you cared."
"I don�t. I just wanted you to shut up," Joey shot back.
Dawson rolled his eyes, and begged, "Would you guys cool it? You�re giving me a headache."
Joey whipped around to face Dawson spork in hand. "He started it," she protested.
Joey�s mouth dropped open as she stared at her best friend Dawson in shock.
"My God Joey you just stabbed Dawson with a spork," Pacey exclaimed form across the table.
"I didn�t mean to," Joey cried.
Joey pulled the spork out of Dawson�s neck, and his body slumped in the chair as blood poured from the wound.
"Dawson," Joey whispered.
When Dawson didn�t respond, Joey started shaking him. Tears started to pour down her face. "Dawson," Joey screamed.
The moral of this story: Plastic sporks are not toys.