"The Once-ler?" Eugene asked, eyebrow raised. If the Once-ler was perplexed about Eugene's relationship with Rapunzel, Eugene was equally perplexed about that introduction. Was it a name or a title? Title, probably, though there was really no shortage of bizarre names in this place. Where were the normal names, like John and Mary? Heck, he'd even take an Olaf at this point.
(He had a healthy respect for the Olafs of the world; he'd known a couple as a kid. That was not an easy name to bear.)
Deciding that 'the Once-ler' was a title and not a name, Eugene asked, "And I should call you...?"
Of course, in a pinch he could just fall back on the reliable "hey you!". It wasn't like he was overly concerned with offending people or anything.
He had opened his mouth to say something else, but the intercom cut him off. The knot that had been in his stomach since last night twisted itself into a sailor's hitch and he paled visibly. Nightshift had come and Landel's sadistic plan was about to enter its next phase.
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(He had a healthy respect for the Olafs of the world; he'd known a couple as a kid. That was not an easy name to bear.)
Deciding that 'the Once-ler' was a title and not a name, Eugene asked, "And I should call you...?"
Of course, in a pinch he could just fall back on the reliable "hey you!". It wasn't like he was overly concerned with offending people or anything.
He had opened his mouth to say something else, but the intercom cut him off. The knot that had been in his stomach since last night twisted itself into a sailor's hitch and he paled visibly. Nightshift had come and Landel's sadistic plan was about to enter its next phase.
"You're not...feeling sick, are you?"