We really wanted to hate these ink makers. Their product is outrageously priced, a vital part of enraging machines that jam, make annoying noises and refuse to connect wirelessly to our computers. But set to classical music, the Charlie-and-the-Chocolate-Factory setting (complete with huge drums of slowly drooling colors, giant rollers and careful craftsmen blending every shade under the rainbow) actually reveals an impressive show of passionate craftsmanship. That and lots of glooping. We’ll still curse your name when we have to buy toner, ink makers. But maybe with a few less F-bombs.