hey! li'l 'bot boy! yeah, you. you don't have to look around, mate, there's no other 'bot boys around, so it's gotta be you, innit?what's that? do I know you? oh, I know you allright. Just look under YOUR BED!!!BWAHAHAHAHA!!!ONES11ONES!!!11 oh, not afraid anymore, must be my new charming smile. I bought two more teeth at the Under Town Faire. No more toothless smirks, now I can pronounce 'th', and you, you're not scared anymore, not of me, not of the pale white corpse skin, the bleeding sores, the protruding bones and horifying breath, the gaping wounds and glassy eyes, the fact that I look so familiar yet sooo alien. nor the fact that I can pop in anywhere anytime. you're not scared anymore? yeah. Pull the other one. NOOOOO, DON'T PULL THAT!! hey, that's not funny, it may come off! sure. funny now, laught it up 'bot boy . . . but I'll be back . . . yeah, I'll be back with the white haired lady on the horse with the burning eyes, with the headless soldier, with the little ones that bring the pain and tears. and it'll be DARK then. oh yeah, it'll be dark, and your little doodles may not help you, because, because they be with us . . .
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