I was young once, just like you. Full of ink, no bite marks, and then one day they use you up and it's out ya go.
You're crazy, old man. I'm gonna be young and full of ink forever. You're a has-been. I'm the new line.
I was the new line once. Soft grip, Opti-flow 2, thick line, lots of ink. I was pristine, I tell ya.
Well now you're just a chewed up, washed out, no ink has been. Face it, you're one thin line from going in the trash. That ain't gonna happen to me, pal. No way!
What are you doing, man?
I was just wondering what the pens in my pen cup talk about all day long.
