This is a story made totally up by not one, but two imaginations. A task that may have seemed impossible until now. Watch as a dramatic scene unfolds...

Eve = Italic

Kerri = Bold 

Once upon a time there was a plastic boy who was very meltable. 

Kerri : Hold up! Thats not a word...

Eve: Of course it is!

Kerri: Its not a word!

Eve: That is totally a freaking word.

Kerri: Whatever. Continue.

He was the prince of Pen Island --

Kerri: Wait... Penis Land?

Eve: What else? Its my favorite place to be.

Kerri: Eve! 

Eve: Come on... back to the story.

-- where pens write by going in things.

Kerri: That doesn't even make sense!

Eve: Pens.... in Penis Land... going in things....

Kerri: *Groans*

One day the pens became gay but thats okay because gay pens are awesome. So the pencils decided to go talk to the king--

Kerri: Wait... Who is the king?

Eve: He's the plastic boy.

Kerri: No. Thats the prince.

Eve: Whatever... Maybe the king is wooden.

Kerri: Fine. Lets keep going.

--of Pencil Island to discuss their... issue. Which wasn't about the gay pens, cause gays are HOTT.

Kerri: Two T's? Really?

Eve: Its cause they are super hot... They need extra T's.

Kerri: ...

So they told the King that they had a problem, that the pens were irritating them. The King said, "I don't care" and the pencils were sad. They really thought he cared. But no, he's a dick.

Eve: Fitting since he's on Pen Island *laughter*

Kerri: Ummmm... No he's on Pencil Island.

Eve: Well he's still a dick.

Kerri: Let's move on...

The plastic Prince was horrified by the news of his father peeing--

Kerri: What?

Eve: Oh... Shit. 

--being so rude to the poor pencils even though he had a reason. His reason was, that the pens were assholes. So the prince decided to take the pencils to the castle on Pen Island under seige.

Kerri: What the hell is seige?

Eve: I don't want to explain to dumb people.

Kerri: Thats terrible! 

Eve: Says you... you couldn't spell dumb.

Kerri: Shut up! Lets just move on, shall we?

His plan failed to convince the King of his land to listen to him at the council meeting. 

Kerri: That sentance literally makes no sense at all.

Eve: Your fault. 

Kerri: How exactly? 

Eve: Cause you messed up my sentances!

Kerri: Thats kinda the point.... 

Eve: So.

Kerri: Onwards!

So back to the matter at hand. The Pens bought eight things of ink because they need it. 

Kerri: Thats the matter at hand?

Eve: There isn't really one...

Kerri: There is always a matter at hand!!

Eve: Obviously not always. 

Kerri: ....okay....

The Pens were excited that they had more ink. Ink is to pens what sperm is to men. 

Eve: That was a cheat.

Kerri: Ehhhh... Whatever.

Anyways the King commited suicide because he hated his dick--

Kerri: How did I know you were going to say that?

Eve: You know me so well! 

--because it  was amazing. He was very stupid and so he had to die. 

Eve: Where are we going with this?

Kerri: I don't know, the pens got ink, the king died...

Eve: I think this is more fun to write than it will be to read.

Kerri: Nahh... I think it will be pretty funny to read too...

So the Prince became King and mixed the pens and the pencils together, forever. The super boring end. 

Eve: So this is kinda like black and white people with a couple of gays and a dash of royalty mixed in...

Kerri: So it is... 

Eve: Us racist bastards! 

Kerri: Here, Here!! 

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