Oh how devious of me!

On my Travels I chanced upon my local Post Office.



I felt myself drawn to the sickly fluorescence within.
I was confronted by a man so unsettlingly pleasant that something had to be done. This man needed to be shown the true face of our world.

I asked him: "Do you have a pen I could borrow?"

He replied: "Of course sir! Here you go!"

The poor fool wasn't to know that that was the last he'd see of his beloved Biro.



I didn't even use the pen to write, I simply waited until he was distracted before leaving with it.

Oh the delicious evil of it!

With the pen kidnapped, I forced it to write a few messages for me, which I dotted around Norwich marketplace.



With my dastarly trail of clues in place, I found it's tomb



And then I forced it to write it's own death note in it's own blood, and snapped it like a twig.