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

[whistles_the_blues]

And here I thought ink that erased things from the page would be all the rage were you're from.

You have a point, legs are your style, the attitude not so much.

[whichwayyoulean]

...What's that supposed to mean?

And there you go, see. It's not completely obvious it's me.

...Aside from the journal entry admitting that.

[whistles_the_blues]

Your world has a bizarre way of doing things.

The out of order sign doesn't seem as bad now, does it? At least people have to come in here to see it.

[whichwayyoulean]

Well, it's all perfectly normal to me.


Yeah, sure I guess.

[whistles_the_blues]

...Shall we chain this thing up?

[Because he's starting to realize he's a jerk and rather than admit it, he's going to get down to business.]

[whichwayyoulean]

Yeah, I'm good this this chaining idea, let's go for it.