[The Once-ler doesn't need to be told twice. He scurries inside and shuts the door. He slams down the rucksack and slips his roll of tape from his gloved wrist. With quick, frantic and yet precise motions, he tapes up the door. With a dull sense of panic, he notices that his roll is down to about a quarter of its original width.
But he'll have to deal with that when he comes to it. He turns to face Eddie and sticks out his hand.]
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But he'll have to deal with that when he comes to it. He turns to face Eddie and sticks out his hand.]
Hey there. I'm the Once-ler!