Heh...in his case, I’m picturing something more along the lines of a seething, rolling, motion-sickness-inducing mass of typewriters, complete with blurred keys and distorted clickity-clacking sounds, marching toward you through a sea of jerking cartoon ink ribbons.
I *hate* rotoscoping, if’n you can’t tell...
I was just wishin’ I had an old fountain pen...
Where would be a good place to start looking? I’d like one that you fill, not a cartridge.