(Another post written by my ventriloquist doll, Dale, who likes to sneak around at night and use my laptop. I must find out how the little booger is managing to log onto my account!)
The human has taken tormenting me to a new level. Her new pleasure is my personal torture; the very worst kind that can ever be visited upon a doll; exercise and music! She likes to put on rock music and dance, sweating, bumping and grinding, and singing just off key to music that gives me a splitting plastic migraine! It is useless to try to teach her how to be more doll-like and remain still. No, she is nothing but a whirlwind of constant activity! I am dizzy and cannot get a moment’s rest. She reminds me of my embarrassing inbred cousins, marionette dolls! (The unevolved branch of the family, don't you know?)
So, I am now out to torment her. When she is fast asleep, I slip into her room and lean over her and use a doll’s abilities to mesmerize in hopes of giving her nightmares. I took this picture above just last night as I leaned over her. Imagine if she woke up and saw that! But, it didn’t even wake her up. I whispered into her ear about vampires chasing her and, horror of horrors, she actually had a smile on her face and seemed to be, well, having a pleasant dream!
Humans are such animals! There is nothing of the synthetic about them, drat it!
I will not give up on my quest to stalk the human and find her weakness so that I might place upon her a fraction of the torment she places upon me. In fact, this morning as I write on her laptop, I have perused her writings for her blog, hoping to perhaps find something I can delete or mess with and cause her distress. She might even take a day off of her frenetic running about to try and fix it. But, alas, I had to open a post in some series called LAUGH and it made me crack a smile. It will take all of the rest of the damn day to make this expression go away.
Tormented again and she is not even awake to do it!
Drat the human!