Chucky says Aunt Maggie was a bitch and got what she deserved.
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.