how Comptible Ink saves the day again

Agent 060% gazed out the window of the Sky Tower penthouse, the twinkling lights of Auckland spread out below him. He adjusted the cuff of his impeccably tailored suit, a wry smile playing on his lips. His name was a tribute to his agency, GOTINK, and their mission: to ensure affordable ink for all of Aotearoa. His nemesis, the nefarious Dr. Awstink, head of NoINk.inc, had just made a move that threatened to turn the entire world grayscale…

“You’ve come a long way for a simple refill, Mr. 060%,” a voice purred from the shadows.

Dr. Awstink emerged, a man whose love for overpriced proprietary cartridges was only exceeded by his disdain for the common consumer. “Our latest creation, the ALWAYSEMPTY™, will ensure the world will be trapped in my overpriced ink snare!“

060% held up his hands, a custom-built, multi-colored paintball gun gleaming in the low light. “I’m afraid your plans won’t hold up. I’ve always found that a little creative disruption can go a long way in bringing cheaper compatible ink to the people.”

With a flick of his wrist, he let loose a burst of magenta, striking a priceless Mr Four Square carving. The fuchsia goo and shattered wood were an abstract masterpiece of rebellion.

Dr. Awstink pressed a button, and a series of robotic sentinels, armed with anti-paintball technology, clattered into the room. “You can’t win, 060%! I’ve covered all my bases!”

“A fatal mistake, doctor,” 060% said, his finger on the trigger. “You’ve forgotten about the most powerful weapon of all—the consumer’s will to get a great deal!”

He fired a well-aimed burst of yellow and black, hitting the sentinels’ optical sensors and turning their metallic faces into comical smiley-face emojis. They staggered blindly before shorting out. Dr. Awstink stared in disbelief, his world of calculated profit and pristine surfaces now a riot of rebellious colour.

“This is the end of the line for you, Doctor,” 060% said. “Looks like your plan just ran out of pigment.” He left the villain a final message, scrawled on the wall in bold, red ink: The price is right. He then rappelled from the penthouse, leaving Dr. Awstink to face a future of drastically reduced margins.