Enter John intently staring at his pen.
''Look at this marvelous piece of human engineering we'd be still communicating telepathically if not for this, baby''
Enter his assistant Christina
Christina: Shut up old man, they will get confused
John: Senior citizens are not to be taken lightly my dear Roberta
Christina: It's Christina, how cliche can you get
John: Doesn't matter, where was I? Ah, right the pen! A marvelous thing isn't it? You know Chris I once killed a man with this pen
Lightning strikes outside.
Christina: You killing someone, with a pen no less. You really are senile
John: I was a young man, still in my twenties. I had lot's of money problems
Christina: Oi, oi please don't do this, and have you been watching kids shows again?
John: Barney really is a wonderful animal isn't he? So let me continue with all of my money problems I decided to take up tiring physical labor, really a terrible choice for a genius like me.
Christina mutters
But money is money, so I needed to write all these papers for my boss, very tiring. I think it was 4000000000000 squared years B.C I wrote 200 papers, very exhausting. He being the absolute scoundrel he is, rejected me. Said I needed to redo everything because it was unreadable. So in a fit of rage I took a pen and stabbed right through him, brutal really, but needed to be done, took all his money and flash forward i am here.
Christina: I have multiple problems, WHY THE HELL DO YOU OVER COMPLICATE THINGS SO DAMN MUCH!? Every single time it's, bring me sustenance consisting of energy, is it really that hard to just ask for a cup of coffee.
She slowly inches closer
John: Now, now, we don't like aggression, it's bad for your health. You could use some stress-relief you're not getting any lighter.
Christina suddenly stops.
John: I mean the physical properties would be quite....umm Pamela you there? Did you want me to go into detail?
Christina: SHUT THE HELL UP, you don't pay me enough!
John: I am sure we can arrange something, hey hey hey those papers are important. When you were recruited I never thought you had a talent for burning things, no stop please. I am sorry so sorry, so very sorry, noooo my data.
Christina: Ahh, much better, just the stress relief I needed.
John: My babies, all gone. Where will I find such a wide variety of data on ink?
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