Sharpie: I am a sharpie.
Paper: What’s a sharpie?
Sharpie: Me.
Paper: Ok?
Sharpie: You will see when I write on you.
Paper: Do it. The person is not at home at this time.
Sharpie: Do you understand now?
Paper: I see… You are like a pen but write thicker.
Sharpie: Correct, I also use a different type of ink.
Paper: What’s the smell?
Sharpie: My ink.
Paper: Your ink smells? Like this?
Sharpie: Yes. So?
Paper: Why is it so bad? Pen and Pencil don’t smell at all. The whole colony of ants ran away!
Sharpie: I don’t like the smell either but you will get used to it. And it isn’t even my fault.
Paper: Yes it is.
Sharpie: No it’s not.
Paper: Then who’s fault is it?
Sharpie: It’s the person who made me’s fault.
Paper: Do you not take responsibility of your actions?
Sharpie: I do. You are the one who asked me to do it.
Paper: You could have said no. Or said we should do it outside so the smell doesn’t stay in the house.
Sharpie: You could have said that too.
Paper: How am I supposed to know that your ink smells so much?
Sharpie: Uhhhh… Sorry?
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