Yknow, I wasn't always one of Mistress' dolls. Working for about a month to make sure our "tribute" to Rudolph The Red Nose Reindeer is being put out on time. Yknow, making sure that Bumble pulls out Yukon Cornelius' intestines in JUST THE RIGHT WAY, and making sure Herby's crying REAL hard.
I used to be a regular director. I can't remember much about it though. I had a family, but they ended up dead. Good riddance. I would've ended up like them, but then Mistress made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Like, seriously, I COULDN'T. She threw some strings right into my vocal cords. Made me choke out a "Yes."
But I can't complain. I get treated okay, except for when Mistress is angry. Or she just got killed. Or if she's bored. Then I get tortured for a while. But then it's over and I go back to directing some new and exciting Tower TV program.
Right then, that's all for today. Mistress is being visited by some guy that Briar Rose possessed, and I need to direct, to quote Futurama, a "saucy puppetshow". Thanks for reading.
I can sympathize with people getting involved in this kind of thing. I'm not a servant of any of "the sponsors", but I do know a bunch of them...some of them are even my closest friends.
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