"I say unto you, Bic, that you shall write, or draw without fingers or hands, and your ink shall not dry, nor shall it leak out to cause stains, and you shall contain an endless supply of ink."
"How can I enter into Landfill?"
"Verily I say unto you, you must accept your station in life."
"There must be more."
"As you more perfectly accept your station, you will more perfectly perform the tasks set before you. And I say that if you Recycle as a new object, you shall perform those tasks that the Manufacturer has given unto you."
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