Day 734:
The poodet squadron has accepted me as one of their own. As i gain status among their ranks through the acquisition of increasingly valuble headwear, i realize that they may eventualy grow suspicious of my true motives. In preparation for this inevitable realization amongst the group, i have began amassing large quantities of novel "weps" so that if my guise is impeached, i may properly defend myself.
Fortunatley for me, as of yet, none of my fellow squadmates have realized the cold truth; no one has realized that i am, in fact, a pineapple.