Tyler Durham is the name of a peculiar purple aubergine.
Often found in the company of a squash who likes to call him Goldilocks, a sheep, and a carpenter.
Sometimes explosive, though even-tempered.
Easily won over by marshmallows and hot beverages.
Likes to sleep in other people's chairs.
Known to photosynthesize to a deep red when faced with a tiger or a storm, and more recently when in the company of the aforementioned carpenter1).
Previously spent time beneath a straw hat. Now spends time (unfortunately rotting) beneath a metal pail.
Has been upgraded from pail to striped bucket hat, and is thankfully no longer in need of a sewing kit for his own limbs. This aubergine is fuzzy! It must be moldy.
Is also HYPERACTIVE when under the influence of ANYTHING EXCITING or SUGAR. For love of Pratchett, keep him away from the cocoa booth!
Is having an existential crisis. You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose? Is it schizoid paranoia or just existential blues?
Has recently been seen in the company of a dubious fruit who causes him to photosynthesize regularly, as well as stammer and generally make an ass of himself. The status of their relationship is unclear, even to those involved.
There is a dubious fruit update. The aubergine and the dubious fruit have become the single most awkward couple in the history of the Island. Stay tuned for more updates.
The aubergine has been fuzzy, awkward, an angry short bastard, fuzzy again, eternally awkward, strangely squiddy, female, an angry short female, fuzzy, and missing in action since our last report.
Is no longer seen in the presence of the dubious fruit. They appear to have parted on generally amiable terms.
Has rarely been seen for quite some time. Perhaps he is in hibernation?