PENCIL: You know, im really sorry.
ERASER: For what? you didn't do anything wrong.
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 apart of yourself. You get smaller and smaller everytime.
ERASER: That's true, but i really dont 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, im actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad :)