Scribes of Hell whose very whims control the fate of evil mortals, you are most vicious and unjust.  By your hands, you creatively and indiscriminately prescribe punishment upon the living.  From your grey hearts, you pour forth no sympathy upon mankind.  I seek your diabolical aid through this incantation.  Scribes of Hell, I beseech you to listen to my plea.  I ultimately wish absolute ruin upon pencil thieves — those petty practicioners of pilfering who claimed my silver Pilot Dr. Grip mechanical pencil as their own.  May its .5 lead break at each word they write, and may they misspell countless words without an eraser in sight.  May their hands be so crippled that they can no longer feel with their fingers, let alone grasp a writing implement.  May its use frustrate the thieves so tremendously that they stab out their hearts with the very pencil they had stolen.  Only then can I claim victory against those who stole my beloved silver pencil.