paradisa | Seven Truffula Trees

[Hephaestus Cabin Folks]

Hey guys? Let's never do drunk science again. That hangover really wasn't worth it and I'm pretty sure we were only a few steps away from doing something potentially evil. And my evil laugh really isn't good enough to be playing in even the minor leagues of evilness.

Also does anyone remember what happened to the guitar I made there? I remember deciding it needed to go on some robot, and someone else said it was a better idea to use on a Doom Vacuum? Did we even make that in the end?

[Yuan]
[No words in the journal for him, the Once-ler DID make good on his word to Martel. Yuan, you will have a car through your door today with crappy pieces of bead and macaroni art on the front, showing a blue-haired guy dancing. He has a cane and a top hat. On opening the card, a very inappropriate tune sounds. Inside are the simple words 'CONGRATULATIONS ON NOT BEING DEAD'

You're welcome]
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[The Once-ler is bored. This is never a good thing. Normally at this point, he'd make up an inane, pointless song with almost no tune or anything near decent lyrics. But not today, oh no. Today he has been thinking. And now he's going to share with you. Dictated in the most meandering tones imaginable.]

You know how a piece of buttered toast always lands buttered side down? It's really annoying because you can't eat it after that, not even if you use the three second rule because the butter has picked up whatever gross stuff is on the floor so you end up with buttered toast, with extra lint and maybe a dead bug. ...Ew.

ANYWAY. That got me thinking, cats. Not that you get cats attached to your buttered toast because that's just weird. But they always land on their feet, right? They do that weird spine-bending thing and just land perfectly.

So. If you strapped a piece of toast on the back of a cat, butter side up, and just...dropped it. What would happen?

[Yes, this is what he has dedicated his evening to]