My Flight to Boogleton: Entry 2

It's been an hour since my last post, so I decided it would be time to catch up on my surroundings. I have lately discovered that the fuzzy melon who is sitting next to me is quite disrespectful. I will post a photo of him below, but will continue to describe his disgusting habits. For one, he has a tendency to curl his sheep. I know this doesn't seem so revolting, but believe me, to put up with it for 3 hours, and to know it will continue for 2 more is simply nightmarish. Another fault is his suspicious merry-go-round. It sits on the tray-table in front of him and creates a bowl of soup every 10 minutes. It is miso, but still. Worst of all is how he keeps charbroiled mussels in his hairdryer. I don't think I need to explain.

Mr Sarge Woods

That's him. Can you see how those sheep are curled into little rolls? It's revolting. And those mussels. Ugh. Well, at least I'll be able to leave him behind when I arrive in Boogleton. 2 hours to go!