So, I had this dream last night that I was living in some sort of giant steel treehouse in the Star Wars universe, and I was, like, getting ready to take a trip. So I was, um, sorting through my watercolor paints because somebody had used them and left the caps off when suddenly I totally know something bad is going to happen ’cause that scary suspense music started playing. So, I, like, smushed myself up against the wall while holding my really awesome laser gun (pew pew!) while this giant eel thing went right by the door. When I ran around the corner though to hide better from them I was face to face with the big scary gross flying giant eel thing… And that’s when I woke up. And I sat up in bed and thought, O. M. G.

Who used my watercolors without putting the caps back on?