Yes. Yes, as soon as I stop writing for Teenaged Adventurers in Futuretown, and knuckle down to get some God Damn Art done, the pen decides that it will no longer accept its role as tablet stylus- that's what Dad wanted it to do. So screw you, Dad, it's gonna go to Hollywood and write a script and get famous.

In other words, my pen is now an incredibly ineffective doorstop, and I have to order a new one. Needless to say, all owed art is on super hold-io brothers until I get it. Because you know.

I was flyin' through it before.

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