Heinrich Stark, flexed his muscle. It was

Heinrich Stark, flexed his muscle. It was a well developed muscle which he was proud to flex. He only worked one muscle, which made for a lopsided physique, but his employer valued

his ability to operate the tower crane with his penis. Though sometimes he regretted not learning any other skills in life. Such as penis typing or penis computer repair. If only

he had a penis then he could actually do something, but Ken had only a smooth lump. The fairy godmother brought him to life, but he still might as well be lifeless. Maybe Thailand

Was a good place for so called intersex individuals. One used the name Phoenix when "they" spoke to a group about how intersexuality affected college life. It was mindblowing.

It was grit-blowing. The pansexuals could not accept that anyone else would ever have sex with anything but a pan and would not allow the marriage of the dish that ran away with th

scoops of potatoes and peas across the trenches, the dishes locked in all out war. "All this because of us?" whispered the spoon. The fork held him close. "You never asked for this

." "That's what I just said." said the cybernetic spoon. He glared from behind his yellow sunglasses. "And now, you die." The spoon then stabbed the fork with his sword-arm.

"How could you!?", the fork gasped with his dying breath as he clattered to the ground. "After everything we've been through!" "I guess that's just the way the cutlery crumbles."

"FORK YOU!" were his very last words, and then he lay still. It would be a long tine before he was discovered behind the hissing radiator.