SIX i have my OWN style, and you-got NO style!

in his own house, trying to figure out what can occupy him for the day, he thinks of building a treehouse but.. that would take too long just by himself..

he thinks who can help him

”seven?.. no.. eight?.. nah. oh, what about seven and nine?”

he thinks about it

”yeah, theyre fine to work with. i’ll go find them, lets just hope they dont procrastinate..”

he leaves his house to find them