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Survivor

Eye Rug

Wilson P. Higgsbury

I feel like someone's watching me.

Hypnotic.

Kinda gives me the willies!

One feels like one is being watched!

Gives me the creeps.

Stare upon my glory, rug!

Quit staring!

Staring contest! One, two, three - GO!

Does nothing to reassure me.

Swell.

Ms. Wickerbottom

The all seeing eye.

STAREST NAUGHT AT WILBA!

What are you looking at?

Is staring at Wolfgang.

Yep. That's a rug.

'Tis a strange sail what lays on'na deck.

Ground thing

ROUND GROUND ACCESSORY