A part from the revolutionary spech of a Pencil leader.
'My dearest fellow Pencils! Citizens of the Pencase Peninsula, listen to me! How long have webeen told that we're dependent of men? How long have we been told that we're inferior than pens? How long have we been banned from offices and courtrooms? How long are you going to take this? You're ruled by people who don't even know that we are relatives to their highly beloved Diamond... unfaithful brother... Oh, my dear people, can't you see?
I am standing before you not because that I am sharper than you are. I am just a pencil like you. I was born as a 2B but over the years my heart became hard seeing all the injustice and unfairness what men had done to US. I was in the prison, yes, I was. In the prison of mankind. In the prison of children, called pencase, after our precious country. They sharpened me, just because they weren't sharp enough. They chewed me just because they were too anxious to ask a girl out. They had to write with me in case they make a mistake. I've met lots of different races and I can tell, my dear people, you are still my beloved ones. What I saw there I will never forget. Erasers razed our words literally with their bottoms.
Don't think that my lead is broken, that I am insane! I saw it, I did. In highschools, teachers of men - oh, they are so different from our teachers, my people - don't let us to help their students to write a test. They call us cheaters. They think that we work together with the Erasers... filthy, sticky rubber mafia... And there were Pencils, my friends, I saw, who said uncle to the dictatory of men. They wore eraser trousers... horrifying...
And in universities they don't care to be politically correct towards us. When they don't have pens, they say 'I just have this pencil.'. Like we aren't good enough. Like pens are better. Like pens worth more. As a fellow pencil wrote in one of his songs - which was stolen by a human band - 'I want to break free'. I want to break free, too! Do you? Do you feel the same way? Then fight till our last breath, till our last chance to be sharpened. If I have to die in oversharpening, I want to sharpen myself, I won't be sharpened by men anymore! Who's with me? [...]'
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