Literature
The Toymaker...
Ah my dear, how are you feeling?
Not too uncomfortable I hope...
You see, you are another,
Lucky individual.
A wondrous being, handpicked by me,
For you are perfect.
Now then,
Before you start screaming,
Before all that noise and unpleasantry befouls these soft red lips.
I've taken the liberty of removing your tongue...
Wag, wag, wag;
That's all it was doing when I extracted it.
Like some, infectious insect
But oh, I shouldn't raise my voice.
That's not very proper of me, hehe.
Now, let's put some markings on you.
Mmm - I'm going to have to get rid of all this, excess.
You see, I can't have a toy that's all bulging in the wrong places.
