Sex. Girls. That's all Forky ever wanted. But... The world... Just refused to give him it. He knew his monster cock could satisfy any hot girl he picked up, no matter how old. There was one problem though. He was different from the other toys. He was a goddamn spork. How the hell is a spork supposed to be hot? I don't know. Today, Forky couldn't take it anymore. Why did the world punish him like this? There was no reason. That chad Woody deserved nobody, that selfish cunt. Forky decided to get revenge. Retributon. His hero, Elliot Rodger, would be proud.
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"Fuck you, faggots! I fucking hate you all!" Forky yelled. The other toys looked up as they saw Forky, pissed off more than usual. Woody looked up and yelled back at Forky. "Forky, pardner? You better not fucking try to shoot up the daycare again, yee-haw!" he said. Forky grinned. He loaded his AR-15 and muttered, "You can be first, asshat." Woody's head was blown to bits with 1 shot, and the shooting began. Forky rode around the daycare, shooting all the hot toys that he tried to bang before. Barbies dead everywhere. Forky shot Mrs. Potato Head, and for fun shot some of the kids at the daycare. Then he hit a random guy riding his bike. And that's when the cops decided to get involved. They demanded that Forky stop or they would shoot him. Forky didn't care. "Shoot me! I'm just gonna kill myself anyway!" He yelled. The cops decided to shoot anyway. Forky was shot dead, and his car rammed info Barbie's dreamhouse.
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The shooting devasted the Toy Story land for a long time. But at least they learned something important from this...
FORKY WAS A SUPREME GENTLEMAN.