A fairytale about a sewing machine

The day started as usual (no). It all started with Henry wanting to eat. But Nancy was still asleep, and he didn't want to wake her up.... Then Henry decided to look for food on his desk. AND SUDDENLY HE SAW IT: a typewriter. He never had much of an appetite for that kind of shit, but damn, Henry wanted to eat. He grabbed the typewriter and and started eating it. At first, it was hard to chew through the material it was made of, but then Henry himself stopped noticing how calmly he swallowed pieces of it. The author is too lazy to describe how he eat pieces of this fucking typewriter, and so he ate it. And then Nancy woke up. - Henry, what's going on? - She asked. - Oh, morning, Nancy!! I... uh... I was hungry, and... - Where's your typewriter? - I... - You what? - I... ate it... - W-WHAT?! - Yeah... - HENRY, HONEY, WHAT THE FUCK - I don't know((( - Why didn't you just wake me up so I could cook something to eat?! - Well, I thought you'd get mad(( - Henry!! I'll never get mad at you!! - Aaaah, okay - But anyway, how did you eat a typewriter?!! - It's magic!! Nancy was shocked. Everyone was shocked. Even the one reading this now. In the end, they went to eat normal food. What happened next? I don't really give a shit.