Picture yourself lounging in a hammock after a tenth of a mile hike, you are dead tired and cant lift your arm to eat your gallon can of chilly with a regular spoon. Your are surrounded by squirrels and you notice a wild boar munching on apples, that have recently fallen off of an apple tree, not too far off to your left. As you barely manage survival whilst you attempt to eat chilly, suddenly, the boar transforms into a celestial valkyrie that slowly migrates towards you. As you lay in your hammock dumbstruck fear comes over you and wish to flee but then realize you are paralyzed from your agonizing trek. The Valkyrie takes the spoon that you had been trying to eat the chilly with, and transforms it into the Stoic Spork. She then begins to feed you like a baby and all of your worries, aches, pains and fears of dying were you lie, are lifted from you. Your soul is then released into the clouds and you float amongst the squirrels. And that is exactly what it feels like to eat with the Stoic Spork of destiny.