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?

Hmm. I want a t-shirt that reads "I got a memory back and all I got was this lousy grass skirt." There's a handy coconut to go with it, even. A little crystal thingy was inside it, and voila! A memory of myself... drinking champagne. Riveting.

Haven't decided if I'm going to string it into a stylin' coconut bra or not.

Man-twin, I am not going to be opening my mouth for once. Just because- you're going to make fun of me forever.