My Thought Train Wreck

"Dont eat yellow snow," Katy, along with lots of hundreds of thousands of people.

((OCC: Ruby here. As you see, quotes are currently inaccessible to me at the moment, so I asked my good friend katy for a piece of wisdom, and she complied.))

Lets retrace Transjostre's thought process from a few moments before--we'll start from when Myrtle begins to climb the apple tree:

"Myrtle is climbing an apple tree. Myrtle is clumbsy. Myrtle is going to fall off the tree. That tree looks old and brittle. That tree has a knot that looks like Myrtle's great Auntie Caroline. Myrtle's great Auntie Caroline has an ugly dog. Myrtle's great Auntie Caroline's house smells funny and has termites. I wonder why termites eat only wood. I eat wood. Do termites eat trees? Does that tree have termites? Myrtle is going to fall off the tree. Myrtle is going to get hurt. Myrtle is going to need an icepack. Icepacks are cold. Hoth is cold. Mark is cold. Myrtle is going to need Mark. When we were at Hoth, Myrtle fell through some thin ice. Myrtle is clumbsy. Myrtle is going to fall off that tree..."

CRASH!

"Oh dear, Myrtle has fallen off the tree."