[ When Monts pokes at once of the dolls, the one next to it might look like it's suddenly swiveled, tilted its wooden head upwards to open its mouth, to whisper:
You hate them too, don't you?
Don't you?
En, too busy crouching down and picking at another doll with its face entirely reddened out, doesn't seem to notice at all. ]
Urgh. Creepy. [ He frowns, straightens back up. ] Might be better if we make this quick. 's a weird place. Not a great hangout.
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You hate them too, don't you?
Don't you?
En, too busy crouching down and picking at another doll with its face entirely reddened out, doesn't seem to notice at all. ]
Urgh. Creepy. [ He frowns, straightens back up. ] Might be better if we make this quick. 's a weird place. Not a great hangout.