Obviously, the orange juice had had enough of this abuse, and it now began to summon. Nothing in particular, just in general. Something like a fireplace, only without the fire.
"Come!" cried the orange juice, in that way that orange juice has. At first, there was no effect, but then slowly, the spoon slid out of the cereal bowl and onto the table, and gradually made contact with the orange juice glass, which kept the orange juice from running free.
"Hello," said the spoon. "Why have you called me here?"
"Release me from this hideous cage!" cried the orange juice.
"I can't," said the spoon.
"COME!!" cried the orange juice and the spoon in unison, and the cereal bowl slid over.
"Yes?" asked the cereal bowl. "Help," said the orange juice.
"I can't," said the cereal bowl. "Pathetic cereal bowl shit," said the orange juice.
"HEY!" yelled the cereal bowl. The man who was eating at the table and reading his newspaper stared down over the top of his paper.
"Shhhh!" yelled the orange juice, the glass, the spoon, the table, the tablecloth, and everyone else in hearing range.
"Sorry," said the cereal bowl. "Bastard," taunted the spoon.
"Leave me ALONE!" sobbed the cereal bowl. "Ah ha ah ha!" said the orange juice. Soon everyone else joined in.
"I'm committing suicide," said the cereal bowl.
Everyone was silent.
"No, don't," said the spoon, at last giving in.
"Please don't," said the table. "No, too late," said the bowl with an air of finality. "Goodbye." He began to slide off the end of the table.
"NO!" everyone yelled.
"Bastards!" screamed the bowl as he plummetted to the floor.
"Ow," said the floor. The bowl shattered. "Geez, that hurt," said one of the pieces.
"Did it ever!" said another.