Talk:Living Doll/@comment-30537375-20160305034302/@comment-26115871-20160410061006

Intrigued, you guys head out and find this place for the thrill of it. But something inside of you says it's a VERY bad idea.

Something inside my head saying it's a very bad idea? What could this be, ''what the hell could this mysterious voice that resonates within my head be!? HAVE THE DOLLS ALREADY FOUND A WAY INTO MY H -'' OH! Common sense, how are you today?

ANYWAYS, I give a sigh before I sit down at a desk in the house. The dolls all look at me confused, but as they realize what I'm doing they soon are huddled around me as I work throughout the entire night. Come morning, my friends realize I'm missing and start looking for me. Eventually they find the shack - and they all are horrified to find a human-sized, wooden doll leaning over the desk. It's wearing my clothing.

As my horrified friends flee the island, no doubt haunted by my apparent fate, I am sitting butt-naked in a nearby house while telling one of the dolls to hold still so I can insert their brand-new, handcrafted, wooden eye into their empty eye-socket.