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Grandpa Inker!
How is it that the pictures, which have been drawn with this Pilot Frixion pen, just vanish?
That's because of the magical ink, Metamo.
Look, these are three melecules.
Let's call them for example first one Meta, second one Mon, and the third one Ki.
In other words - Metamonki.
Blue - Meta, is responsible for the colour.
Mon deepens the shade.
Like, you know, the guy in whose presence, the lady can bloom.
But you're way too young for that sort of things.
That there is the third molecule - Ki - it regulates colour-changes under temperature.
I'm sure you've seen it many times, boy, your father turning red.
When some oher guy asks you mother to dance,
and when he happens to be a good dancer, then his blood pressure jumps high.
It's pretty much the same here - when the temperature around grows to 65 degrees,
Meta and Mon molecules split up.
That way the ink looses all it's colour and the picture dissapears.
And that's all because of the jealous third molecule - Ki.
Remember how you've won the talent competition?
You betcha.
Oh, well. Sometimes you just have to help your own luck.
That's how it is these days.
Remember, when the parrot you've drawn dissapeared because of the torch fire?
That's right. That's when the third molecule - Ki -
split the two other, and joined with the blue one - Meta,
Which lost all the colour because of the heat,
and your picture dissapeared.
Ha ha. What a jello.
And a greedy one - ganking the colour.
Allright, grandpa Inker. But how it is that the colour reappears?
Is it some Mumbo Jumbo, or what?
Do you remember your father solving a crossword?
When the writing reappears, everything happens the other way around.
The activating molecule Ki,
when beeing cooled to at least -10 Celsius
leaves the Meta molecule that is responsible for the colour,
which then can join Mon again, causing the colour to reappear on the paper.
My son has always been a *** and couch potato,
but he's somehow clever enough to use this pen.
Thanks, I got it now.
Father won't baffle me again, no way.
You poor thing, they're still tormenting you?
Run along, sport. You got lucky today.
World written by your hand.