Look at me, I'm made of wonderful, wonderful

Really, really hate seeing my daughter and not being able to be with her. Not that I'd wish for her to be in a place like this, but still...

[There's a long pause before he carefully writes.]

Awfully nice how we all seemed to get memories, isn't it? And no getting stuck in stupid outfits or having music following us, either. I wonder if the tree's suddenly feeling generous?

[[OOC: There's a smear of what looks suspiciously like maple syrup at the top of the page. Hmm. Also, Derrick is not affected by Mad Libs.]]

Here's a bit of free and sage advice, Sphere.

If someone offers to give you an Awful Waffle, DON'T TAKE IT.

It's not a food.

Let us leave it at that and never speak of it again.