"Ohhhh I see, I can tell by the sad, forlon look in his little doggy eyes," the Once-ler replies.

He was so busy with the dog, he missed the part about changing, or rather, let it slide right over his brain and let it settle in some dark recess where he'd no doubt remember it later. He doesn't seem that bothered about the hospitality thing either, he's the guy who has booby traps going to HIS room, after all.

"I'm pretty good right now, thanks."