Auntie Sue got me this doll that I'm very suspicious of. It's a chicken, I think, but it's dressed like a rapper and when you press his hand, he begins to dance and he sings "Tootsie Roll".
What the flip? Dolls ain't s'posed to do that. They're supposed to sit there and let me touch them. This one's got demons in it.
I hate this toy. And yet, I'm very intrigued by its failure to adhere to the rules of society. You are a doll. Behave like them and do nothing.
But how do you do that?
Do it again.
No, stop!
Do it again.
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