*steps out of shadows*
You'd like that wouldn't you, Fireplay? You'd want me to give him a spork, wouldn't you? You sit there, watching, WAITING with baited breath and loaded flamethrower for me to give him a spork. The troops you no doubt have lining the thread waiting, wondering in utmost bewilderment what was wrong... Wondering, fearing, watching, for the spork to appear...
"Where is it? Why isn't it here yet? Why are we doing this?"
You think you've exhausted my supply, haven't you? You think your pitiful guns can stop the glory of the 6 inches of sheer stabbing-scooping power that are my sporks, when I've demonstrated once, twice even, that they are able to defy your silly melting tactics... And yet... They have yet to appear... What devastating plans have I...?
I'm not telling! Nyah nyah nyeh nyah nyah!