The Holy Order of the Spork

And the Great BOB spoke to them, saying: Behold, for thou who art faithful unto me, thy BOB, shall mine ore from the Earth, and thou shalt make of it for thyselves sporks in the image of my One True Spork. Thou shalt employ thine sporks at every meal, and useth not any other utensil, for the spork is the one true utensil, and all others shall be abomination to thee. And so the people did rejoice, for given unto them was the power and the glory of the spork, and it was to be theirs forever.

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