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I hate sporks.

Take two very useful tools, the spoon and the fork, and combine them into some sort of demifunctional bastard child that lacks its parents’ strengths — the spoon’s cup-and-hold action, and the fork’s stab-and-twist. You’ll end up with something that no gourmand in his or her right mind should have to suffer through.

You’ll end up with the spork.

I hate sporks.

That is all.