Remote: Oh yes. This is my fork. This fork will be used for consuming food in the very near future.

Gelatin: Y'all mind if iiiiiiii...

Gelatin: Y E E T .

*Gelatin takes her fork*

Remote: ...

Remote: My fork.

*later*

Remote: Good evening, Gelatin.

Gelatin: Oh hi remote how are you doing :)

Remote: Empty. Souless. Cold. Forkless.

Gelatin: And why is that?

Remote: Something was taken from me.

Remote: Something I could never live without.

Gelatin: Uhhh...

Remote: My fork.

Gelatin: Ohhh...

Gelatin: I could give the fork to you...

but....

*Gelatin has a large stack of forks behind him*

Remote: oh...

Remote: In that case...

*Remotes arm comes off, a giant laser transforms in the lasers place*

Remote: P R E P A R E T O D I E

Gelatin: Oh fuck.

*later*

Remote: Oh yes. I love my Fork.

*Remote has a plate with dead gelatin on it*