Howard and Vince were sitting in the shop, even though it had shut half an hour ago. Vince was sitting in a 80's beanbag which had been brought in that day, reading Cheekbone, whist Howard attempted to write poetry.
After his fifth attempt went wrong, Howard threw his biro down in frustration. Vince laughed as pen cracked into tiny pieces. After glaring at him for a minute, Howard stormed upstairs straight past Naboo and Bollo, without noticing them.
"What's wrong with him?" Naboo asked.
"I think he's got creative drought." Vince replied.
"Why were you laughing at him?"
"To annoy him, but the angry look on his face when his pen broke was priceless!" Vince told him, chuckling at the memory.
Naboo bent down to pick up the shards of Howard's pen.
"Bollo, get us the Inspiration Liquor from the cupboard, will you?"
The anthropoid ape lumbered over to the medicine cabinet and took out a bottle of black liquid. He gave it to Naboo.
"Right," He put two droplets on to the remains of Howard's pen, which repaired itself instantly.
"If he's miserable, he gives the shop a negative vibe. He'll be happy if he can write good poetry thus giving the shop a positive vibe." He explained as he reached for the stopper.
Suddenly, Bollo ran past Naboo, causing him to spill rest of his potion on Howard's pen, which absorbed it immediately.
"Bollo, you numbskull! What did you do that for?" Naboo shouted.
"Cupboard door was open." Bollo said, closing it. "Don't want to get robbed again."
"Well, it's caused a cataclysm! If an excessive amount of that stuff is used, the user will become over-confident and a danger to themselves!" Naboo told them. "What can we do?"