Thirty Three Truffula Trees

[whichwayyoulean]

[Later tonight, one may find the peace of their evening disturbed by a horrible screeching sound permeating the journals. As if metal is meeting metal in a horrible, scraping doom. Accompanying the terrible screeching is a low thudum-thudum-thudum. This continues for about a minute before the Once-ler manages to grab hold of his journal, laughing nervously into the pages]

Sooo hey. Quick FYI. You guys might want to avoid the Laundry Room until tomorrow. Not that there's anything to worry about. Mostly.

Whoaaaah just stay in that corner of the room. Oh jeez you're getting Tide everywhere.

I might have experimentally given one of he tumble dryers legs. And then I was tinkering about in the back of it, just fooling around and I miiiiight have given it a teeny tiny slither of self awareness. Like the teeniest. Hardly anything, really.

[Screeeech. Thudum-thudum-thudum]

I think it's mad.

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[whichwayyoulean]

I was just sitting there, getting parts from the machines and thinking to myself: 'Man how cool would it be if the washing machines just came to you instead of you going to them?'.

It kinda took off from there.

[schrodingersghost]

Please tell me this isn't a normal thing for you.

[whichwayyoulean]

...

Okay, I won't tell you.

[schrodingersghost]

[There is a loud clunk as Danny drops his head onto his desk. Why him?]

[whichwayyoulean]

You sound depressed, buddy. Are you sleeping right?

[schrodingersghost]

Depressed at the horrible ironies of my life.

But that's nothing new.

[whichwayyoulean]

Oh, well, horrible ironies of our lives is like the castle's favourite game to play.

[schrodingersghost]

Trust me, I've figured that one out already.

[whichwayyoulean]

It'd be hard not to.