This is the Triad. All of Lemon's Happiness, Sorrow, and Anger compressed into a grotesque, eerie thing. The Triad knows all that Lemon SHOULD know, and is ne'er shy to do as he pleases.

The desk on the bottom holds "his" legs. He walks on the desk legs without moving his body, occasionally using his massive arms as a quicker alternative. He stands, at his highest vertebrae, a towering 29 feet, and can easily fit his way into anything he pleases by carefully compressing his body into smaller spaces, though the desk must remain the same size.

On the Desk, there is a cup of writing utensils, which write random thoughts on a piece of paper which is also on the desk. There is also a snake-necked lamp, which scouts the area of interesting things. The lamp can look in any and all directions, and The Triad sees what the lamp sees, even when paying attention to something else.

When The Triad speaks, his lips move, but his teeth stay locked in a permanent grin. He can open his mouth, however, when he feels like swallowing something whole. He is born of the repressed emotions that Lemon was supposed to express growing up. As a symbol of Lemon's lack of physical strength, The Triad resembles a skeleton wrapped in tight, black, muscle-pattern skin. His eyes are unblinking...