Cubbie was sitting on the couch quietly, until Oliver arrives/Oliver sees that his pencil, which was his right arm, was dull Oliver: I think... that my pencil is dull.../Cubbie: What do you mean by that?/Oliver: That I'll need you.../Cubbie: What-/Oliver grabs Cubbie and puts his pencil in his sharpener that Cubbie had as a torso/Cubbie: Ouch! Let me go!
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