Video: UN: dollhouse

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[The camera comes to life, spinning wildly around, a bizarre clacking sound heard over the rustling of dark fabric too-close to the lens. It's a messy, dizzying confused feed for a solid two minutes or so....

Then a tiny wooden hand closes over the lens.

The next thing you see is the face of a nightmarish doll, jaw clacking noisily as she shrieks and giggles.]

Wow WOW, what IS this thing? Hello? Helloooooooooooo?

Can anyone HEAR ME?

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[A long beat of silence as Donna is turning something over in her head, trying to summon up the will-]

...Mister...Quentin. Would you like to...to stop by, sometime? For lunch? We...we would like to talk to you...in person, I think.

[Angie stares eagerly, wringing her little wooden hands - a big show to offset Donna's obvious social anxiety.]

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[He gives a little smile at that; despite his grandiose ways when in costume, the smile is almost shy.]

I'd like that.

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W-wonderful. We shall...have to plan it, then.

[Angie flies little circles around Donna before settling on her shoulder, kicking her little feet excitedly.]

COMPANY, YAYYYYYYYYY~!