Howdy! I bes Norman Polk, nice to meet ya! Boss, Mr Joey Drew, been just a tellin’ me to make a blog. So here I am, just a bloggin’. I work for this company, Joey Drew Studios. Boss be Joey, he’s a loud crazy man. Right now I hear em just a fussing at poor ol’ Samuel. Anyway, I’m the projectionist, the base of that ol’ cartoon stage. Joey been gettin’ mad cause I’ve been missin’ some shifts. He says if I don’t bes a hurryin’, I won’t have a job anymore. But that’d be fine, he could do that, fire me. But then again, he been just a threatenin’ me that I’ll lose a head if I backtalk em. Boss may be young, but boy, that’s one feisty man. He ain’t goin’ down without a fight. But my job is a pretty good n’, for the fact I ain’t gotta do nothin’ except sit here like a lil’ kid and watch some cartoons. Glad I ain’t havin’ a tough job like Henry, that only artist, aye? ~Mr. Polk

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Norman Polk

Today Joey’d be back at it again with some shinanagins! He got us all’d gather in that infirmary, that’d be the blasted place ya gotta go when yer sick. He got that place jam packed, I tell ya! Samuel be’d sittin’ next to me’s, just a shakin’. Watchin’ him made me cringe yet Henry’d put his hand on his shoulder at times and tell em everything’d be fine, just to calm the darn man. Joey finally walked in, I think he’d notice my annoyed look to get the shananigans on already. He walked in, except, there’d been another set of footsteps behind em. Out peered Bendy, and I’d instantly know’d what Samuel been fightin’ with Joey about. Seemed like they’d been havin’ some court type case, makin’ a mischievous devil bes real or not. Now Joey’d been on and on about this ink machine nonsense, sayin’ it’d bring the characters to life. I didn’t believe em, that is, until now I didn’t. This had been the first lil’ cartoon character brought on to it’s livin’ by that birthmother machine, ink machine. Bendy’d look around at all our faces and then at Joey. That was, until a lil’ confident Samuel got up. He’d gotten up, dusted himself off, and let out a puffing sigh as if he’d been a horse that’d neighed in victory. He went over to that lil’ devil, looked down at em. Wasn’t until he got the usual “ok’d” nod from Joey, he picked that lil’ devil up and booked it as if wolves been chasin’ him hungry for some munchin’. Joey looked at us, nodded, we all’d stand and casually continue our workday. No one see’d that Samuel the rest of the day. Or the next’n. Wasn’t until the next week we’d sees em! Someone’d ask what he’d do with Bendy, he’d shrug it off like nothin’. I realized how wacky my work be’s, but hey, atleast it’d pay me the good amount for the trash I’d gotta deal with. ~Mr. Polk