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Another lunch hour approached. Covetous opportunistic office personnel stalked the break room like rabid Hyenas; the extra food from the conference room soon laid out in the kitchenette. Hungry souls waited to pounce greedily on the leftover fajitas. The rock hard, low grade chicken normally deflected our ravenous scavenging, relegating us to the grilled vegetables and tortillas. BUT NOT TODAY. Today I was armed with my beacon of hope, my instrument of opportunity, my TITANIUM SPORK. I strode amongst my lesser brethren, eyes fixed on my now attainable protein. They scoffed as I loaded my plate with the impenetrable chicken slices. But scoff for long, they did NOT, as I lifted my instrument of survival high. With wild look of exuberance I plunged my titanium spork victoriously into the fowl flesh. The opportune protein gave way to the hearty rending of my spork, it not giving way like petty plastic. I engorged and renewed my strength on that which was denied all others. Reinvigorated, paraded out of the break room, energized with coveted avian energy. My victory enabled by my Lunchtime Lance of Lightness, my Utensil of Advantage, my Titanium Spork!