"Are you tired of being lonely? Don't have any friends?"
"Let me go, you metal prick!"
"Well let me introduce, creepy ass psycho doll! The scary doll for your lonely, pathetic soul.
Creepy ass psycho doll can fit all your lonely needs. From tea parties to play time. Creepy ass psycho doll it the doll for you!
Lonely bastard."
"DONNA! HE'S TRYING TO SELL ME. Stiny Fuck!"
"shut your fucken hole." Karl mutters. Turning back to the camera.
"Excuse me.
Anyways, if you had to choose between buying a living doll and all the loneliness in the world, which would you wanna take?"
"Heisenberg!" He could hear Ethan from a distance.
"You're probably thinking, how much money are we talking about?
Well Creepy Ass Psycho Doll sells at .62 cents.
And I'm thinking, Just take the doll!"
"HEISENBERG!" The camera cuts off for a second, before falling on the ground at just the right angel to shoot Karl being dragged by his feet and out the door.
"No! No! I want to live!" He shouts before disappearing for a split second.
"I WANT TO LIVE!" He appears again before being pulled into the abyss.
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Winterberg Brain Rot
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