This is like a little side-scene from Cry of the Wolf. When Corad mentioned that Jinx could get an itch on his arm and not be able to reach it because of his cast. I couldn't help but write a short story about it. It's funny to me.
Jinx: This story is inhumane.

JakLover: Your not the author...I am!

As Long As I Can Eat It With A Spork.

Jinx sat in the Underground, his arm in a cast from the recent wolf attack in the Wasteland. Torn was in the other room doing paperwork, so Jinx had no one to talk to at the moment. Sighing, he looked around the kitchen area he was at, searching to anything to entertain himself with. His gaze landed upon a spork, sitting on the counter. Rising to his feet, Jinx walked over and picked it up, flicking the four prongs on it back and forth with his tumb. "I never realized how boring it is here." he thought bitterly. Then the worse possible thing imaginable for a person with a cast on happened.
His arm itched.
Jinx looked at his arm and his right eye twiched. Torn had specifically told him NOT to touch it. But it itched, he HAD to itch it now, there wasn't any rule not stopping him from doing such an act. So Jinx proceeded with trying to cease the irritation with his finger. But to his dismay he couldn't reach it. His brain screamed at him for it to stop, the pain in his arm was to much.

Sighing with defeat, he sat back down in the chair. "Damn." He said aloud. Then as if some unidentified god sent him a gift from above, his gazed rested on the holy spork sitting, yet again, on the table near him. Grabbing greedily at the plastic spoon/fork/hibred. He shoved the defencless spork down the cast, intent on defeating the itch. Jinx sighed in releif as the spork reached it's destination. The door of the kitchen swung open and in walked Torn. Panicing, Jinx shoved the spork deeper into the cast, so the handle completely dissapeared. "Jinx, how's the arm?"

Jinx's eyes got shifty as he searched for a decent and believable answer. At that moment, Jinx felt like a retarded high school student taking the S.A.T. test. He said the first thing that came to his mind.
"Ah, yanno, still hurts but I'm sure it'll be fine." Jinx said shrugging cooly. But before Jinx coud change the subject, Torn walked over to the counter as if he was missing something. Jinx's eyes grew wide as Torn asked where his spork was.

"Erm...what spork?"

"Mine, it was sitting right here next to my coffee."

"Uh, I havn't seen a spork in here. Well, I don't think I have."

Jinx slapped his forehead as he spoke those last words. Torn turned to him and stared hard at him. "Where is it?" Jinx cast a nervous look at his cast. "I told you, I havn't seen it." Torn gave him another hard stare before turning and taking his coffee back into the other room, muttering something uncomprehensible (wow, big word) before comepletly leaving. Jinx got up from his chair and proceeded to pinch at the handle of the spork, which had crawled its way farther down his cast. Growling in fresturation he jabbed at it with his finger, causing it to painfully smash downward more. Jinx's yelped at the touch. "This is rediculous." Jinx hissed. Maybe Jak or somebody capable of doing something productive could now make the spork leave his cast. Then to Jinx's horror, a small tingle was felt at his wrist. He gazed down, eyes blazing, at the specific spot...

He reached for another spork...

End...

Funny? Stupid? Waste of life? Hey, I told ya'll it was short, it was just a passing thought of stupidity. Read and Review and I'll love you forever. No flames, flames burn me.

-.JakLover.