Disclaimer: don’t own Gundam Wing

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“Look at this,” said Hilde as she pulled a handful of sporks out of their fast-food bag. “Do you think they gave us enough?”
“Man I hate those things. You can’t get all the mashed potatoes out of the bottom of these cups, and you can’t eat salads with them either,” said Duo as he pulled fried chicken out of the other bag and set it out on the picnic table.
Hilde held up a spork, “Yes, they’re a pretty poor excuse for an eating utensil.”
“Mumph,” Duo agreed around a drumstick.
Hilde contemplated the spork for another moment, “You know, this spork reminds me of us.”
“What?” asked Duo.
“Two totally different things which work perfectly fine alone, combined together and still trying to be both. Failing completely.”
Duo was silent for a moment. “I can see that,” he said, “we have our moments of failure. But I don’t think you’re giving us enough credit.”
Duo grabbed another spork and held it up. “See, alone. One of us wouldn’t have these nice curves.” He ran his finger down the side of the spork.
“And one of us would be lacking a point.” He tapped the sharp tines.
Hilde leaned in. “So you’re saying we’re better off having those two things even though we fail?”
Duo was the master of the subject now. “Ah but we don’t fail…we just can’t do the same things as before. All we need is to find our new purpose as a spork!”
“Like?” Hilde asked.
“Glad you asked!” Duo bent two tines forward and two tines back on his spork. He set it on its end on the table. It stood up perfectly. “Look we can stand on our own now!”
“Oh Duo! That’s so sweet!” cried Hilde. “But you forgot one other thing we can do now.”
“What’s that?”
“Now that we’re sporks, we can throw things at each other!” Hilde catapulted a blob of mashed potatoes at Duo with her spork.
Thwack! It hit him right between the eyes.
“Oh you’ll pay for that one,” said Duo with a twinkle in his eye. He dug deeply into his own mashed potatoes.
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