My little brother just came into the room holding a fork and says to me:
Him: "Pretend that the fork and I are in a war."
Me: *fully accepts this* Okay.
Him: *pretends to be shooting and dodging bullets*
Me: *shoots the fork*
Him: NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! *crouches over dying fork* Nooooo!! Fork! Don't leave me here!!!!!! Fooooooorrrrkkkkkk!!!!!!
Him: *leaves room*
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