Why Do You Have A Plushie Of Me?

Once Jimmy had finished his business and thoroughly washed his hands with Scott's rose scented soap, he exited the bathroom. He pulled the door closed behind him and began making his way towards the ladder. Straightening his vest and such as he walked. Not even half way across the room, Jimmy stopped. His gaze landing on something he wondered how he missed when he first passed it. Smack dab in the middle of Scott's bed laid a plushie. And not just any plushie like a llama, which would be very on brand for the ruler of Chromia, or some other animal. It was one of the Sheriff.

Cover art isn't mine! It belongs to @/cuppahoney on tumblr. Link to the original work: https://cuppahoney.tumblr.com/post/693081344594657280/tiny-plastic-man-tries-to-convince-u-hes-not-a