.:Why are you a Once-Ler?:.
Normal day. Perfect day. I was sell, sell, selling those Thneeds faster than I could count. Soon, though, I grew weak and weary. I decided to go pencil in my appointments for tomorrow and then go take a nap. But, when I got to my office, he was sitting in my chair. His back was to me. As soon as I came to my desk, he spun around.
"Oncie." I snapped. His artic blue eyes glared at me.
"Once-Ler." He said, angerily pronoucing each syllabe as it's own word as he stood up and came to my side.
"What do you want?" I asked, sitting in my chair, resting my head on my hand.
"You know what? I just wanna remind you."
"Remind me what?" I asked.
"The promise. You made a promise to the Mustache and you broke it. Remember when Mom taught us about karma? Well your good karma will soon go bad and I'll be your guilt."
"Pff, yeah right! I don't need you to tell me what'll happen to me at all!!" I yelled, getting up from my chair.
"You know what?? Dad always taught me a buiness man was LOYAL, HON