Feb 19, 2014
AN D W EL COME TO T HE
J A M
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AN D W EL COME TO T HE
J A M
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Okay I gotta keep moving.
What does thIS do?
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What, you think this is a game? What kind of operation do you think I'm running here?
The bag stays until further notice. For reasons I'm sure I will regret later.
This? It's an autographed picture of the Loch Ness monster.
What else would it be.
Well that's the thing about trees. Most of them gave their speaking rights over to the Lorax in the treaty of '71. It's a silent protest kind of a thing--pacifists.
Passively lazy, I say.
And what good does the Lorax do? He plays poker with the enemy and sleeps in tree stumps. Bit of a weirdo if you ask me. What if he's Canadian.
That's why I got.....uh--I mean--that's why I left. The forest. I speak for myself.
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What thneed? I can't see anything. There's a bag on my face you snozzberry.
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But even if there was some material of dubious origin on my left, I can't read your mind. Maybe you think it's made of some kind of decorative buckwheat pasta. Cilantro. How would I know.
wOW--amAZING--your deductive skills are inCREDIBLE!! I'M STILL A TREE.
You had all that power, all the ability to wreak havoc on my existence and you just...wow. What sorcery.
I'm flabbergasted--I'm really curious--do you change species every time you get a haircut? (...or...run into a chainsaw?)
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Fine--you know what--if my face bothers you tHAT much--I'll just--
--there. Magical. Simply magical.
What? Doomed? Doomed is for the rest of the world, friends. Don't tell me you bros are tired of this physiognomy--this wizardry of biology. Bungalow! My tufts shall indeed grow back, but all in good time--
I--pardon? ...H-Human? No...no you misunderstand..
...this is just my face..just a tuft-cut...I'm still...