Enter the realm of the spork !

We are the keepers of the mighty spork! Bow to the plastic prong, and you may enter in tack! We who were also called the army of stupid sounds (Wazzaaaa! Fahsoooo!), but thought the name was too long for a battle cry, and thus changed it to the great Ickeboo army stand at the border to challenge you!

Are you worthy of entry? I hope not, I'd really be worried for you if you were.

ANYway. We are the guardians of the Undercore (you may have heard of us, but we doubt it)

A great cry of ICKEBOO!!! Echo's through the land, and you stand challenged! (for those of you not familiar with our brand of insanity,Ickeboo sounds like: Icky-boo)

*raises a huge spear-like spork, shaking it menacingly*

Do you Enter ?
Or say "Get me the hell out of here! These people are crazy!"(you'd be right)

What? You want to know where your going? You're still here?!? *sigh's, leaning on the spork*

Ya know, this is just no fun without Chasm. Oh well. Where are you going...where are you going...

Well, this is the realm of the spork, right? Ok, so you'd be ENTERING the realm of the spork.

What's the realm of the spork?

Oh just go in and find out already, I'm getting tired of carrying this damn thing. *leans on the spork even more*

What, am I the only one on post?!?

ARGH!

Go. Stay. I don't care! I'm going to go get lunch.

*Turns around and stalks away, with the huge spork slung over her shoulder*

A voice is heard on the breeze as the figure of the irate "Soldier" fades away...

Toro, toro you freeking bull, bring me a bowl of chili!