The preps once again erupted into panicked screams, running around like headless chickens. The sporknfs descended, coming down ever closer...and struck the ground, pinning a stupid prep to the ground by a tine. The other preps sighed, they were saved! But then more sporknfs started falling, these were tiny sporknfs, but deadly. They flew through the air with a hissing, as of angry snakes. They cut like a million papercuts, the preps screamed in pain. "Small injuries are deadly when you have enough of them!" said one of the hooded figures. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US?!" yelled prep, driven to near insanity by all the pain. " You stupid asses," snapped the other figure, "you discriminate all those who don't fit your ideals. You sneer at them, look down at them in contempt and rub their wounds with salt, wounds you caused. You consider yourselves superior. Your ignorance disgusts me." "BUT WHY?!" "He just told you, you idiot," replied the second figure. The prep didn't get another chance to say anything, a sporknf swiftly ended his mindless chattering. Then, the sporknfs stopped shooting, leaving the pititful group of living preps to fall to the floor, moaning in pain at the miniscule lacerations that covered their bodies. "Don't worry," said the first figure, reassuringly, "This is only the beginning..."