Jim groaned at the exit of his 'arch nemisis' - but before he could decide whether the headache he was having was as a result of that, or all the vodka he had at the batchelor party the previous night, Gilfoy Slivovitz jumped back inside, and had more VERY annoying antics.
"I'm back! And READY for you this time!" Gilfoy Slivovitz said, jumping up and down on Jim's matress before his head finally hit the ceiling - which caused him to tumble to the floor.
"What the hell?" Jim said, looking down, "Are you all right?" There would be hell to pay if this guy was found dead in Jim's bedroom.
Gilfoy rose up menacingly - with a goofy smile - holding something behind his back.
"Beware, beware the power of my...." Gilfoy Slivovitz ranted as he pulled out a short white plastic spoon with teeth at the end of it, "SPORK!" Yes, it was a plastic spork.
Jim groaned.
"Yes, Jim, you have every right to be terrified of my SPORK! It is all powerful and all confusing! Is it for salad- or soup? Is it smooth and rounded, or pointy? Does it go on the left side of the plate - or the right? And WHY oh WHY does KFC only give you a SPORK and not a knife? WHY I ask you, WHY?"
"Erm..." Jim mumbled.
"AHA! Even YOU don't know why! Yes, I shall strike you down now with my ALLMIGHTY SPORK and you will die, wondering why some have four points - and others have three!" Gilfoy Slivovitz ranted, as he lunged in the general direction of Jim.
He missed, and stabbed the pillow next to Jim.
Even worse - he broke his spork.
"CURSES! You broke my SPORK!" Gilfoy Slivovitz shouted, rolling off the bed again and landing on the floor with a loud thud. "But I came PREPARED!" Apparently he had a box of them in his pocket. This time he pulled out a pink one.
At this point...
Thu Aug 26 05:58:13 2004