“Wait, wait, I'm just kidding! Geez, wipe that creepy look off of your face. Once-ler, you're in. Greed-ler, get out of here.”

“Well, congratulations, beanpole. It looks like you're the hero of this story. Your very own legend is about to unfold. Remember the importance of the choices you will make and try not to screw anything up too badly. You may not care but a lot of lives and an entire ecosystem hang in the balance, so remember to pick your choices with caution."

~

Well, this is it. You're finally going out into the world and trying to make a living. Despite what anyone else might say, you know you have it in you to make a household name out of yourself. In fact, it almost feels like you were born for this very purpose and you're completely confident in your ability to become a success. You knew the moment you thought up your revolutionary invention that it was going to be a hit.

You just have to make said invention first.

But, hey! All things considered, you could be doing a lot worse. In fact, you think you could sort of get used to this. It's quiet. Nothing but the wind in your hair, and a disgruntled mule to keep you company. This is real life. And it's not easy. But you're a man now, and it's time to live like one.

You even brought to what amounts to a lifetime supply of marshmallows to commemorate the occasion.

You've been traveling for quite a while, going from place to place in search of the perfect material for your invention. Unfortunately, nothing you've found seems to work. But that's not a problem! You're perfectly confident that you'll be able to pull this off somehowwwand what is that?!

You turn around only to find some sort of... Thing sitting in the back of your wagon. You briefly wonder how exactly it got in there, before realizing that you're more interested in making it go away. The Thing, however, has other plans. It's looking for it's twin, and it believes if it comes with you, it will be able to find them. In return for the free ride, it claims it can help you find what you're looking for.

A tempting offer, but you don't exactly trust this Thing. Especially after it somehow snuck into your wagon and is currently staring at you without so much as a blink. Nevertheless, it is offering to help you find the perfect material for your invention, a chance almost too good to pass up.

What do you do?

Tell the Thing to go away