"Try another one!"
"Okay, um," John hesitated, the pencil hovering over the paper. He wrote a sentence laboriously. "'I... have... ten... Snickers.'"
With a rush of air, a pile of candy bars materialized on the table beside them.
"This is so awesome! We need some money, too!" Barry bounced with excitement.
"Right. Um... 'Give... me... one... million-'" John muttered, scraping the words into the paper.
"Us! Give us a million bucks!"
"Oh, yeah." John spun the pencil around and rubbed away at the 'me.'
"No, make it two million... John?" Barry glanced around.
John was nowhere to be seen.
Tools of the Trade: The Perpetua Pencil
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