How BAD can this POSSIBLY BE?!?!
Hello Mister Once-ler, so happy to see you on today! What's been happening with you? Amazing things, I hope. :D

Oh, nothing special.
Just a bit of business I had to attend to~

Welcome, new followers~

I step away for a few days and come back to a new wave of people!
My goodness!

I must say, I’m flattered!
Thank you all for following me~

As always, feel free to drop by and talk to me!
I’m nice enough to talk to, I should think.

Again, thank you!

Hope to see you around!
And don’t forget to buy a thneed~

~The Once-ler

I get so flustered when you're not on for such a loooooong time, Baby! Please come back to me!

Oh, my dear!
You must calm down.
Do not fret, my pet~

I simply have….. Business.. to attend to.

The Million Dollar Question

grreengrrl:

bigbadbiggeringonce-ler:

grreengrrl:

“You’re the boss,” she said, a bit more mildly this time. “What you say, they do, right?”

“Yes… I’m the boss..”

“Still, this will obviously take some time to plan,” she observed. “How about you start by calling in some of the middle managers for a meeting to hash out the particulars?”

He nodded. “Okay..”

The Million Dollar Question

grreengrrl:

bigbadbiggeringonce-ler:

grreengrrl:

bigbadbiggeringonce-ler:

grreengrrl:

bigbadbiggeringonce-ler:

grreengrrl:

“You know something?” She grinned wearily. “You look like a dude who needs a hug.”

His eyes brightened a bit behind his shades. He stood up weakly, as if he barely had the strength, or will, to move at all.

Dee moved in to help him up, wondering if she was making a fatal mistake. It was a gamble and she knew it, but she had little other choice.

She wrapped her arms around him. “We can still make this work. You’ll see. We’ll save your factory somehow.”

He wrapped his long arms around her, lightly squeezing her. He smelled faintly of blood.

Her stomach lurched, but she refused to make an outward show of her reaction. “OK,” she said after she’d calmed. “What do I have to do to help you make this happen?”

“I…. I don’t even know where to start…”

“You’re the boss,” she said, a bit more mildly this time. “What you say, they do, right?”

"Yes… I’m the boss.."

The Million Dollar Question

grreengrrl:

bigbadbiggeringonce-ler:

grreengrrl:

bigbadbiggeringonce-ler:

grreengrrl:

“You know something?” She grinned wearily. “You look like a dude who needs a hug.”

His eyes brightened a bit behind his shades. He stood up weakly, as if he barely had the strength, or will, to move at all.

Dee moved in to help him up, wondering if she was making a fatal mistake. It was a gamble and she knew it, but she had little other choice.

She wrapped her arms around him. “We can still make this work. You’ll see. We’ll save your factory somehow.”

He wrapped his long arms around her, lightly squeezing her. He smelled faintly of blood.

Her stomach lurched, but she refused to make an outward show of her reaction. “OK,” she said after she’d calmed. “What do I have to do to help you make this happen?”

"I…. I don’t even know where to start…"

The Million Dollar Question

grreengrrl:

bigbadbiggeringonce-ler:

grreengrrl:

“You know something?” She grinned wearily. “You look like a dude who needs a hug.”

His eyes brightened a bit behind his shades. He stood up weakly, as if he barely had the strength, or will, to move at all.

Dee moved in to help him up, wondering if she was making a fatal mistake. It was a gamble and she knew it, but she had little other choice.

She wrapped her arms around him. “We can still make this work. You’ll see. We’ll save your factory somehow.”

He wrapped his long arms around her, lightly squeezing her. He smelled faintly of blood.

The Million Dollar Question

grreengrrl:

bigbadbiggeringonce-ler:

grreengrrl:

bigbadbiggeringonce-ler:

grreengrrl:

“What do you think I’m here for?” She smiled.

“I… I could try to slow down production…”

“That’s a good start,” she assured him.

He nodded, hesitantly smiling at hearing her words of approval.

“You know something?” She grinned wearily. “You look like a dude who needs a hug.”

His eyes brightened a bit behind his shades. He stood up weakly, as if he barely had the strength, or will, to move at all.

The Million Dollar Question

grreengrrl:

bigbadbiggeringonce-ler:

grreengrrl:

“What do you think I’m here for?” She smiled.

“I… I could try to slow down production…”

“That’s a good start,” she assured him.

He nodded, hesitantly smiling at hearing her words of approval.

The Million Dollar Question

grreengrrl:

bigbadbiggeringonce-ler:

grreengrrl:

bigbadbiggeringonce-ler:

grreengrrl:

She approached and chanced putting a hand on his shoulder. “Are you all right?”

“I… A-am I really… Destroying.. Everything….?”

She exhaled deeply. “Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy.” She rubbed the bridge of her nose for a minute. “…Yes, Once-ler. You are. The nightmare I showed you was more than a bad dream. But you have the chance to change all that, or at least soften the blow.”

He looked down, expression.. Well.. Broken. He sighed again. “Please help me…”

“What do you think I’m here for?” She smiled.

"I… I could try to slow down production…"