The Voice,(Slappy's POV).

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Papa went uwpstaiws to get a thiwng cawled a 'Sail Poon' after he towld me not to mowve fwom the kitchen, whewe I'm sitting now.

I played with a silvew thingie cawled a 'spoan' and keep hiwting it on the tayble I'm siwting on thawt's neaw the hot pans. I laughed woudly becauwse it's fuwny. I can iwmagine hiwting it on a kiwd's head. I stowpped when an 'Eye-Dia' hiwt my head.

I giwgled as I gwab one of Papa's fwying pan thawt's newxt to me with a ciwcle thingie cawled 'Pain-Caik' in it. I wanna play cooking with Papa!

But suwdenly, I feel my eyes tuwning gween and my miwnd tuwning bwank. I'm tiwed....

"You wanna make your Papa happy?"

   A scawy voice souwnded in my head.
I nodded my head swowly, howding the woowden pan hawndle tightly.

"Then let me control you for a while.

Don't worry, child.

Your 'Papa' will be VERY proud...."

One sewcownd latew, I fewl down and go nap-nap...

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