Pencil: you know i'm really sorry.

Eraser: for what? you didn't do anything.

Pencil: i'm sorry 'cause you get hurt because of me. Whenever i make a mistake you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller every time.

Eraser: that's true but i don't really mind. you see, i was made to do this. i was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. even though one of these days i know i'll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one, i'm actually happy with my job. so please, stop worrying. i hate seeing you sad