They look like such small, flimsy, weak hands, don't they?
I never thought that's what they were.
Oh, my little friends...
The little potato-headed man with his wife, the dinosaur, even the stupid pig.
I tried to keep them close, as if somehow the physical connection would ...
I couldn't hold onto them. the No Thing pulled them right out of my hands.
I failed.
Listen, the No Thing will be here any minute. I will just sit here and let it take me too.
They look like such small ... flimsy ... weak hands ...
I never thought that's what they were.
Oh, my little friends...
The little potato-headed man with his wife, the dinosaur, even the stupid pig.
I tried to keep them close, as if somehow the physical connection would ...
I couldn't hold onto them. the No Thing pulled them right out of my hands.
I failed.
Listen, the No Thing will be here any minute. I will just sit here and let it take me too.
They look like such small ... flimsy ... weak hands ...
🎵 You've got a fiend in me! 🎵
Ah, childhood! Such a magical time ... while you remember it!Mwahahahahahaa! *snort*
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