It's bad enough D works late tonight and I'm feeling a little lonely, but I just walked across the living room after turning on the outside sprinkler system and D's creepy-ass Willy Wonka doll talked at me.
Out of fucking nowhere.
I didn't even know what the fuck it was at first (of course it's dead silent in the house) and that thing is creepy looking anyway.
Just saying. If I go missing or am brutally murdered in the house, the doll did it.
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That IS pretty creepy. Sounds like the kinda stuff that goes on here. According to the wife and kids.
I don't know how you live with that thing in your house. O.o
Ok, so the doll took a spill last night and has a motion sensor which apparently got flipped on. Which explains why it was only talking when I was in the room. (Which it did again later, luckily I was on the phone with D, otherwise it'd be in the dumpster right now).
Still fucking creepy. I turned him around so he's facing the wall.
Creepiest toy ever.
I'd throw a scarf over it, too.
I would run that doll through the wood chipper like on Fargo...
Vel: I kinda hate it.
SkyD: Love it. It would probably survive somehow, but I'd be willing it give it a go...
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