Pencil: i'm sorry Eraser: for what,? u didn't do anything wrong Pencil: i'm sorry, u get hurt bcs of me.. whenever i made a mistakes vanish, u lose a part of ur self nd get smaller nd smaller each time. Eraser: thats true but i dnt really mind u see, i was made to do this, i was made to helf u whenever u do something wrong, even though one day i knw i'll be gone.. i'm actually happy with my job.. so pls, stop worring. i hate seeing u sad..