Pencil: You know, I'm really sorry.
Eraser: For what? You didnt do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry cause you get hurt ,you get hurt because of me. Whenever i make a mistake, You're always there to erase it. But as you make a mistake vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller everytime.
Eraser: That's true but i dont 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'll have to replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.