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.

Comments

[whichwayyoulean]

That doesn't even make any sense.

Look, just distract it or something so I can unplug it.

[shortishandbossy]

Nah. I'm just here for the show.

[whichwayyoulean]

Gee, I'm so glad you're here. You could at least hand me something to throw at it.

[shortishandbossy]

Because violence is always the answer in these situations.

[whichwayyoulean]

Well, I can't exactly talk it down.

[shortishandbossy]

You can try.

[whichwayyoulean]

It's a tumble dryer! How do you expect me to even start talking it down?

[shortishandbossy]

Insult its drying abilities. [said as though that was obvious]

[whichwayyoulean]

...Pretty sure that'll make it angrier, Moustache.