It's getting towards Halloween

[dontfuckwithchuck]

Are you fucking kidding me? Listen, I ain't got time for this bullshit. I have some fun and games of my own to get to, sport. So fuck off.

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[undeadpan]

Interesting. I didn't know the circus was in town.

[dontfuckwithchuck]

I know. You can finally say hi to your mom.

[undeadpan]

She's dead, midget. Try again.

[dontfuckwithchuck]

What? Did her heart give out when she working the wharf for the last forty years?

Thank god you're keeping the family business alive.

[undeadpan]

"The wharf"? Do you normally use Dickensian slang in your insults, or is that where your knowledge of the outside world comes from?

I hope it's the latter. I'd be happy knowing you still have the time to read when you aren't getting peanuts thrown at you.

[dontfuckwithchuck]

Well then read this.

[And he points to his user name.]

[undeadpan]

[Herbert follows his finger to the empty air.]

...What?

[dontfuckwithchuck]

[Chucky points to his user name again.

Fuck it. Then he just gives Herbert the bird.]

[undeadpan]

[And again, Herbert looks up. This is what he sees:

Hi my name is Charles Lee Ray and I have long scarlet red hair (that’s how I got my name) with orange streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like The Gemini Killer (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Father Karras but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a Good Guy doll but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a serial killer, and I go to a toy store called Playland in Chicago where I’m a first model (I’m 37). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Walmart and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing denim overalls with matching buttons on it, a red striped shirt, and red sneakers. I was walking outside Andy's apartment. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of cops stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.


Herbert shudders.]

[dontfuckwithchuck]

[Chucky just stares at Herbert, still giving the bird.

And then he brings his hand down, and he presses the play button on the cassette stereo that happened to be right by him.

And a funky beat begins to play.]

This is all anyone thinks of when they think of you.

[undeadpan]

[Herbert just. Blinks. He has so many questions, but the most important one wins out over the others.]

How are you playing a CD on a cassette player?

[dontfuckwithchuck]

It's voodoo kid.

I don't have to explain shit.

[pinhead]

AH, THE ENTERTAINING YET DISMAL IRONY OF YOUR EXISTENCE.

TELL ME, TOY: WHAT ARE THESE WHIMSICAL PLEASURES THAT YOU SEEK? PLEASURES... WHICH ARE FAR MORE DESIRABLE THAN INDULGING IN THESE TRITE LITTLE TECHNOLOGICAL DIARIES.

[dontfuckwithchuck]

You know. A little strangulation here, a little gutting there.

Not having to wait for some dipshit to work a rubik's cube to do jack shit.

[pinhead]

WE PREFER TO MAKE OUR CHILDREN WORK FOR THEIR PAIN.

ALTHOUGH, I SUPPOSE FOR GNOMISH WHELP SUCH AS YOURSELF, YOU MUST LEARN TO COMPENSATE.

YOUR SOUL WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER SUITED OUR DELIGHTS THAN YOUR... TRAGICALLY IMPISH BODY.