07 | down the river with a butz | action&dictated

[thebutz]

So I'm sitting in a canoe but I don't know how to canoe.

This was a really stupid idea.

[If you go to the river, you might find him sitting in a boat with a paddle across his lap and his soaking wet journal on the floor of the boat in front of him, pouting. Because clearly it's very difficult to canoe.]

Can anyone come rescue me? I seriously don't think I'm gonna make it back to be honest with you. I'm getting sort of worried here...

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[thebutz]

Well okay. That's fine. Where are you from then?

[whichwayyoulean]

...

A place called Truffula Valley.

[thebutz]

Weird, why's it called that? It's an interesting name!

[whichwayyoulean]

It was named for the trees that grew there.

[thebutz]

Wow, cool! Were they particularly remarkable trees? What did they look like?

[whichwayyoulean]

[His tone gets sadder now, more wistful]

Their tufts were softer than silk, and they smelled of fresh butterfly milk.

They were the most beautiful trees in the world.

[thebutz]

Wow, I bet you really miss living there, man... It sounds so wonderful.

[whichwayyoulean]

[Silence, for such a long time, almost as if he's gone away]

It was wonderful, and I miss it more than anything.

[thebutz]

I hope you can go back someday... You don't like it here too much, huh?

[whichwayyoulean]

...There's nothing left for me back home. At least here I have something. [People to talk to, mostly]

[thebutz]

Oh, well... Yeah, that's true. I mean that you have something here... I wouldn't know about what it's like for you at home.

[whichwayyoulean]

No. You wouldn't. [That was a bit more icily than he intended, even if it was towards Larry] But this place, it's not so bad. Even with the crazy stuff that goes on.

[thebutz]

Yeah, I don't mind it here either really. Except... Well.

[He stops. First of all he doesn't remember if he told Once-ler about that already. Second, he doubts Once-ler needs to hear him complain anyway.]

[whichwayyoulean]

[Curiously]

Except what?

[thebutz]

Well I can't even remember if I mentioned it to you already or something, but my best friend's loss was memories of me. So it's like he never met me before and we're starting from scratch.

[A pause]

...not to mention my loss...

[whichwayyoulean]

...Okay. That's pretty harsh. It can't be easy. [What's this? Sympathy? Or maybe it's just gas]

What's your loss?

[thebutz]

It's alright. My loss is uh... The ability to flirt. ...so I guess I've been pretty lonely in that regard.

[whichwayyoulean]

And suddenly the creepy stalking makes sense.

[thebutz]

I'm not stalking anyone! Geez, would you give it a rest...

[whichwayyoulean]

Never. But if you can't flirt, that's one sure way to get a girls attention.

[thebutz]

What, really? In what way? The bad way?

[whichwayyoulean]

...


Yes, Larry. In the bad way.

[thebutz]

O-oh... Do you know a lot about that kind of thing?

[whichwayyoulean]

Do I know about stalking? No, because I don't do it.

[thebutz]

You never try to get dates or anything?

[He's just ignoring the stalking comment]