Nine Truffula Trees

[whichwayyoulean]

[The journal can pick up a lot of clanging and banging today, why? Because the Once-ler’s got his inventing groove on. York asked for a duplicate of his wagon-cottage-mahome and well, he’s happy to deliver. After all, it’s something he can do inside the safe confines of his room...with the the ‘mahome’ part at least. The rest? Well that may require leaving his safe haven, but sometimes you have to make sacrifices for science. He also appears to be singing while he works]

♫ We could while away the hours
Da da de da le da dedo
There would be lots and lots of flowers
And you could sit on a gazebo ♫

...It still doesn’t sound right.

[Not noticing his journal was open for that, he wanders over to his drawing board where it’s popped up to dictate into it]

Okay. Opinion time. When you're camping out, what's more important to you:
A: Having a working shower
or
B: Having a skylight

Send your answers via journal to 'Gosh what is that handsome devil making now?' Reply within five hours and get a free Whatsamahoozit.

[The Doctor]
...This filter could go wrong in about ten million ways but that’s what you get for having an un-unique name.

Someone mentioned you had some scrap metal laying around your TARDIS. You using it for anything?

Comments

[whichwayyoulean]

[Dryly]

Oh yeah, it's the coolest name. It shows off all the love my mother had for me perfectly. It's the best name ever.

Woo. Hoo.

[atrophied]

Wow. And I thought my mother hated me for naming me "Gregory."

[whichwayyoulean]

See, there's always someone who has it worse off than you, Greg.

[atrophied]

Like the man with the 30ft tapeworm in his intestines? Yeah, that's hard to top.

[whichwayyoulean]

...Well, that's for that lovely mental image.

[atrophied]

I've got many more to share if you want them.

[whichwayyoulean]

Do they all involve intestinal parasites? Because I think I'm good if they do.

[atrophied]

Nah. Some are about other things lodged into different orifices.

[whichwayyoulean]

Oh goodie. That's what I was looking forward to. Orifice stories.

[atrophied]

Where do you want to start? The toy cat up a nose or the bee inside an ear? Or maybe the woman who lost a banana up her vagina. That's always an icebreaker.

[whichwayyoulean]

...Sarcasm.

[No wait] How can you get a toy cat up your nose?

[atrophied]

[ Sarcastically: ] Is that sarcasm too?

[whichwayyoulean]

...Nooo. Aren't toy cats usually pretty big? How do they fit up a nose?

[atrophied]

Fit just fine if they're miniature.

[whichwayyoulean]

...It has to be a pretty lame cat toy if it can fit up someone's nose.

[atrophied]

Can always wish for it and see. [ Say no, Once. Run away. ]

[whichwayyoulean]

I don't wish for things, and I'm not going to start by wishing for something that's been inside someone's nose.

[atrophied]

Do it for science.

[whichwayyoulean]

...No.

The last time I did something for science I got drunk and probably set fire to a few things.

[atrophied]

That's not science. That's an average day in a frat.

[whichwayyoulean]

The fire was set by a tiny little robot. It was science.

[atrophied]

…Average day in a nerd-infested frat.

[whichwayyoulean]

I didn't think frats had nerds.

[atrophied]

There's always one. [ Maybe. Somewhere. Not really. ]

[whichwayyoulean]

I'm pretty sure they would have hunted down any nerd amongst them and hung him from the flagpole by his underwear.