"Sigma, I'm going to encourage a shitload of compliance through the liberal application of negative physiological and psychological stimuli out of you when we're done."
"WHO NEEDS EYES WHEN I'VE GOT SWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG #SWAG"
I look around the interior of the puppet shop. It's dark, a single lamp spitting out a dim circle of light. In the shadows, shelf upon shelf of silent, grinning puppets stare at me through dead, plastic eyes. I shiver.
"Fucking puppets."
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