Why would you do that majad! We could have been best friends, partners in crime, together you and I could have ruled this thread with an iron fist! with out mighty killing forks of doom we could stab peoples eyes out and eat them like spaghetti and meatballs! covering the land with a think red smog of injustice and hatred. Tipping the scales of liberty to whatever we see fit.
A wash of red upon the group would show them we were not to be messed with. fork wounds on a pile of corpses heading to the burial ground as loved ones cried tears not only of sorrow but to know they are next. I see not why the heavens shall stop us in our cause for we control the heavens and the hells below. should the righteous stand in our way we shall rend them limb form limb leaving no doubt in their minds that WE are their rulers of their pathetic race. they are clay to our hands we mold like we see fit crush those we find dis-tastefull.
Together we will tread upon this land like gods. beneath our feet nothing will grow, nor flourish. broken land will bellow its dying cry while the air left the broken body searching for a new home where we could not find it. we will stand triumphant in our victory.
And when the blazing sun goes out, when NOTHING shines about out eternal legacy will stand as a testimate to the power of the fork!
This is why you don't stab me!