I was walking down the street calmly as I looked upon the ground and saw a man's head. In hastey time, I knew just what to do. I went to a hotel and offered the head to the mad at the counter after ringing the bell numerous times. After looking upon the object I had brought he said 'hold on a minute.'
Passing through the gate I was led into a room with great machinery. A lone man stood at the forefront. Attaching the disembodied head to the machine, he flipped the switch and gave it life. The conveyor belt put strange rubber devices into the rears of the pencils. Seeing now that the erasers (as such they were called) were of a desirable origin and thus an effective agent against graphite, I recieved just compensation for my actions.
Have any of you ever been in a similiar situation?
Passing through the gate I was led into a room with great machinery. A lone man stood at the forefront. Attaching the disembodied head to the machine, he flipped the switch and gave it life. The conveyor belt put strange rubber devices into the rears of the pencils. Seeing now that the erasers (as such they were called) were of a desirable origin and thus an effective agent against graphite, I recieved just compensation for my actions.
Have any of you ever been in a similiar situation?