Pen
Oh, watch the people of the pen work! The writer has picked it up, inspired and ready to
write the next great novel!
The little people rush to the gears to make sure the ink flows smoothly, while the
grunts work at the ballpoint. They roll the ball along while the masterpiece is being
crafted, but will be filthy in black ink when they go home to their wives.
An air bubble has formed! The owner left it in the car overnight and the ink froze,
letting air in. They rush to get the ink going, but an earthquake has erupted! The owner
violently shakes the pen and they are unable to get to their stations to fix the
catastrophe. The little people begin to collapse from concussions due to the shaking,
and it seems the ink will never flow again. Wait, there it goes! No, false alarm. That
was just a tiny glob of ink.
The shaking then stopped and the pen is thrown into the garbage like half-eaten food,
scooped up kitty litter, and first drafts. The plant has been shut down. What will the
little people tell their wives?
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