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The audio begins in a serene studio setting. It's a quiet ambiance, where the only sounds that can be heard are the distant hum of white noise and the occasional shuffle of movement. Suddenly, a pencil enters the scene, held firmly by a pair of hands that seem to be filled with pent-up frustration. The audio shifts focus to a pencil, the star of this sonic narrative. The hands begin to flex, their grip tightening around the pencil, introducing an element of tension to the audio. The pencil, once an innocent tool of creativity, is now subjected to the wrath of these hands. The listener can hear the faint scratch of the pencil against the skin, a prelude to the impending doom. Without warning, the hands snap the pencil. The sound of the pencil splitting is sharp and sudden, reverberating throughout the studio. A mixture of the crack of the graphite core and the snapping of the wooden exterior creates a symphony of destruction. The pencil has been snapped, its purpose null
