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Mannequin

Wilson P. Higgsbury

All burnt up and nowhere to go.

Wilson P. Higgsbury

All dressed up and nowhere to go.

Oh no, I thought I smelled a campfire burning around here!

I don't know why some people think mannequins are scary.

Time waits for no mannequin.

I can't imagine being stuck in one place! Wait...

Ah, I almost feel bad for it now.

I feel as though it's staring at me.

The stuffed man hath met a fiery end.

It shall make for some fine target practice.

Someone should clean that up.

Finally, someone who'll carry my things.

Aww, we wanted to play dress-up...

Let's play dress up!

This burnt husk is all that remains.

A mockery of life.

Ms. Wickerbottom

What a shame, it might have been useful.

Ms. Wickerbottom

Excellent! A place to air out musty equipment.

I think it looks better, personally.

Here, hold my stuff, would you?

Yeesh, looks like this one's toast.

Lookin' good!

Cloth man has even less to say now.

Cloth man does not have much to say.

I was just startin' to get used to having it around.

Quiet type, eh?

Goodbye

Hello!

Is it in fashion to look so ashen?

Not one for chatter, I gather?

Good. Won't stare anymore, florp.

Quit staring, flort!

IT WILL NOT BE MISSED

IT IS SOFT AND PATHETIC