Cutlery

Knife: (to fork) what do you do?
Fork: Well, I have an awful job! People stab me into their food and shove me in their mouths! I mean, some people have no respect for forks!
Knife: Oh dear. What is your job spoon?
Spoon: My job is like what a fork does. People cut of food with my edge then they put me in their mouth! Sometimes it's not too bad though, sometimes they just scoop up soup or something and put me in their mouth.
Knife: Ohhh.
Spoon: What do you do knife?
Knife: My job is worse than both of yours. People slide me back and forth on their food, trying to cut it up. Though sometimes...people murder with me, it's awful. They stab someone with my blade, then I have to watch them die and bleed, because of me. I cry.
Spoon: Wow. That's awful.
Knife: I know. Then sometimes they send me to the police to check for fingerprints. I hate it.
Fork: I wish people weren't...cruel! Murdering someone. No one deserves that!
Knife: I know...