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ten truffula stumps

[The Lorax has been lingering around the Once-ler's room despite the fact that the castle has been declared safe. He just wanted to make sure it wasn't going to be a false alarm, that's all. He's only taking precautions. No one can ever be too careful when dwelling in a possibly psychotic castle. And despite the fact that everyone's reclaimed their voices, he hasn't been in a very talkative mood. The sting of knowing that Sheena had died was getting to him.]

Mmm...

[He's claimed the Once-ler's bed as his own personal napping spot, and the open journal under him is recording sounds that are not unlike a lawn mower. Good luck getting any sleep with that racket echoing through the journals]

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[The Once-ler can and has slept through that racket before, but he hasn't really slept much. The thought of creepy heart stealers has kept him on edge and the knowledge that they'd gone did nothing to calm his nerves.

So he's working on his drawing board, occasionally screwing up a piece of paper and lobbing it absently in the Lorax's direction. Like any good friend would]

You're being obnoxious.

[He snorts and rolls over as one of the paperballs actually bounces off of him]

You're just cranky 'cuz you haven't been sleepin'.

Yes. I wonder what could possibly be the cause of that. Couldn't have anything to do with the fact that you're shedding all over my pillow.

I don't shed. That often.

Oh really? The big patches or orange on my bed says otherwise.

[Oh, those. Don't mind him, he's just casually sweeping those off of his bed.]

Calm down before you burst something.

I am calm. I'm the absolute picture of calm. No one calmer than me. [Calm like a stormy sea]

Just quit bein' difficult and come lay down.

I'm not tired. [He so is]

Liar.

You got a polygraph hidden in that moustache now?

Nah, I just looked at the bags under your eyes.

Maybe I'm trying out a new look. Did you think of that?

It doesn't suit you. Get rid of 'em.

I don't know how.

I got an idea. Try sleeping.

[He glares for a moment, before sighing, leaving his work and heading towards the bed]

Fine. Fine. Move over.

[He scoots over. An inch.]

[The Once-ler gives him a LOOK, before pointedly trying to push him back a little more]

You're like tiny stop being a bed hog.

I ain't hoggin' anything. You're just too big.

I'm perfectly proportioned, thank you very much.

[He just stares because you are a liar Mister Once-ler]

[He'll stare right back] Okay so my legs are longer than average, big whoop. My point still stands.

[No. It does not]

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