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Charlie loves everything. He’s very happy and content and excited about everything. Except one thing.

Pen clicking. Fucking. Pen clicking. If you click a pen more than three times in the length of ten seconds, he doesn’t even have to touch the pen to make it explode in your hand. Why? His ears are extremely sensitive, and can pick up the smallest of sounds. Pen clicking is rather loud, which gives him a bit of a headache.

The two solutions to making him blow up your pen; don’t use a clickable pen around him… Or don’t click your fucking pen like a god damned maniac.