AUTUMN: Dale and I have had to put aside our differences during his more-than-usually-difficult month of October. You see, I brought in Skittles the Clown to try and intimidate Dale into behaving. His "possessed" doll ways leading up to Halloween were exhausting me.
DALE: Yeah, well, you try and be possessed by a mad sorcerer and see how cooperative you are, huh?
AUTUMN: Dale, please let me speak.
DALE: Technically, Human, you aren't speaking; you're writing.
AUTUMN: (rolls her eyes and huffs) As I was saying, I brought in Skittles the Clown to keep things in order since the only thing Dale fears is clowns.
DALE: And humans with hare-brained ideas.
AUTUMN: Well, it appears that Skittles is a quiet fellow. He doesn't speak. Ever. He just stares at us with his raised eyebrows and eyes the color the blackest night.
DALE: (chuckles) The Human has a way with words.
AUTUMN: Although he's keeping Dale in order, he is also intimidating me, as well. Both Dale and I find ourselves frozen in fear around him. And, whenever we try to sneak away, the clown doll finds us and stares at us like...
DALE: Like he knows what we're thinking (whispers and looks around nervously).
AUTUMN: (nods briskly) In fact, the only way we're able to write this post is that I found one thing that distracts him. He loves horror movies. I'm playing one right now for him.
DALE: Which one?
DALE: Oh, freaking hell, Human! Do you want to give him ideas?
AUTUMN: (puzzled) What do you mean?
DALE: The scene. You remember, the scene with the clown doll that pulls the kid under the bed (shivers)
AUTUMN: Oh shit!
DALE: Yeah, the human says that all the time because she acts before thinking.
AUTUMN: I think we better interrupt the movie. We'll keep you updated on our hostage situation, I mean, um, our Skittles the Clown situation.