[he doesn't answer, just looks at the pencil's shenanigans. hopefully it won't--oh boy. there it goes. into the the trash tornado. goodbye forever, pencil.]
wow. that pencil didn't stand... a ghost of a chance.
[he regrets nothing, ever. still he gets what that probably means, so:]
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wow. that pencil didn't stand... a ghost of a chance.
[he regrets nothing, ever. still he gets what that probably means, so:]
later, ghostdyne.