Late Night at the House of Mouse

Your name is Mickey Walters. you are a young, man in your early twenties. You've been on a really bad string of luck ever sense graduation. you haven't been able to get a job, your girlfriend, who you've been dating sense high school recently broke up with you, and to top it all off, you just received an eviction notice in the mail this morning. The only thing you seem to have going for you right now is your budding artistic ability, which sometimes is good enough to help you pay the bills.

All of that changes though today. As you're walking down the street from one failed job interview to another, you notice an old man. He has to be in his mid to late seventies; his hair is gray and thinning; on his face, he sports a beard long enough to put Gandalf to shame; and he's wearing suspenders to keep his jean shorts up. By the look of it, hes also clearly very tipsy. He staggers towards you absentmindedly before stumbling over his beard and falling into the busy street full of oncoming traffic. Without thinking, you quickly dive forward and pull him off the road, preventing him from getting hit by any of the speeding cars. As he looks you in the eye, he seems to sober up for just a moment. "Thank you young man; you've saved my life. As a thank you I'd like for you to have this." says as he pulls out a ballpoint pen.

"A pen?" you ask somewhat skeptically.

"This isn't just any pen my boy, this is a magic pen, perhaps the most powerful to ever be created."

"So what does it do?" you don't know why you ask him this- he's clearly lost it- but you figure you might as well humor him.

"This pen brings to life anything or anyone you draw with it. All you have to do is clearly envision what you want to see become real. The more details you can think of, the better and more realistic it will turn out to be."

The old man turns misty eyed before he wanders off again, staggering to some unknown location, leaving you with only the pen. The rest of the day proves to be rather uneventful. You learn that after giving you this"magic pen", the old drunk made his way off with your wallet. Whatever cash reserves you were hoping on spending before the end of the month are now completely gone. Frustrated, and with nowhere else to go, you head home and crack open a can of coke from your fridge. As you sip your cock, you think about how nice it would be for it to come with a nice juicy burger with bacon and mushrooms. You pull out the pen and begin doodling that very burger on a nearby napkin, as is your habit when you get bored. You get up to grab the remote to your tv, and when you come back, you find a fresh hot hamburger there on the table. "This pen really works", you think out loud as you sit down and sate your hunger.