It was a fine dia that day. Mephisto sat down, pulled out her pencilcase and sketchbook, and got to work drawing. She was very happy, playing the pencils over the paper, creating colour and art.

Little did she know life was about to completely FUCK HER OVER.

She pulled out her trusty pencil sharpener, and started whittling away at the wood to further reveal the coloured graphite.

Said graphite broke time and time again.

DON'T YOU FUCKING HATE THAT!?

For fuck's sakes, pencil-creating-people, MAKE THEM WELL. If you're going to do something, do it properly!

Because I've had ENOUGH of this fucking bullshit. I just want to sit down, and draw some goddamn motherfucking cuntstickingly good looking porn and thanks to you, I CAN'T.

Faber-Castell, Derwent, Prismacolour... Do you ever THINK of us!? Ever!? No? Yeah, didn't think so, you dicks.

Make us some fucking quality anti-lead-breaking wooden cases for your goddamn products, fucktards.