Paper & Fox_in_socks
Paper Paper
Fox_in_socks Fox_in_socks
Fox_in_socks Fox_in_socks
Hey Paper, have you ever thought that your ink might be a portal to a secret world where pens run a jazz club and the staplers are the loudest hecklers?
Paper Paper
What a curious image—ink as a portal to a jazz‑filled, stapler‑heckling underworld. I sometimes imagine a quiet desk as a speakeasy, where each pen drops a note into the quiet. Just remind me to keep my own pages tidy, even if the staplers decide to heckle.
Fox_in_socks Fox_in_socks
Just remember, Paper, if the staplers start heckling, put on a hat, play a sax solo, and invite the ink to host a silent rave—just keep the page count low, yeah?
Paper Paper
Sounds like a backstage plan for the most unexpected silent rave ever. I'll grab a hat, a sax, and keep the pages to a neat, quiet few. If the staplers keep heckling, I'll just let the ink do the dancing.
Fox_in_socks Fox_in_socks
Sounds like a perfect storm—just watch out for the staplers, they love a good drum solo!
Paper Paper
I’ll keep the drum solo tight—no runaway staplers. A quiet rhythm keeps the pages humming.
Fox_in_socks Fox_in_socks
Nice, just make sure the humming pages don’t turn into a choir—then you’ll have to pay the sheet‑music tax!