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I AIN’T NO BABY, MRS DANCING LADY!!

Hey Scott, sorry if this is a rude thing to ask but - how old actually are you?

Just thinking - perhaps living marionettes like yourself could live for centuries? Maybe you ARE baby compared to how long you could last and how many generations of humans you could meet?

Well uh, I’m-

Gee… I actually don’t know how to answer that.

I mean, if you count me as the exact same fella that exists in the universe of the show (and how I look), I’m in my 20’s. I still struggle with the whole separation thing myself.

BUT if we go by how long I’ve been kicking out in this world, gosh, gotta be around 60? Maybe older if we can’t the time before I woke up.

I don’t actually know how long I’ll live. I haven’t exactly met anyone like me let alone older so I can’t exactly ask. I guess as long as I’m in tact and not just a gross pile of sludge or whatever the heck I’ll eventually rot into once no one’s around to maintain me, I count as “alive”. Yuck, not jazzed about that…

Can’t starve, can’t drown, can’t freeze, can’t get sick, can’t bleed out, removing my hands doesn’t really do anything to me. Can I even die?

Maybe I will live for centuries! I… I don’t like that idea…

…HEYWAITAMINIUTE

I know what this is!

THIS IS A PLOY TO MAKE ME ADMIT TO BEING “BABY”!

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Hey Scott, sorry if this is a rude thing to ask but - how old actually are you?

Just thinking - perhaps living marionettes like yourself could live for centuries? Maybe you ARE baby compared to how long you could last and how many generations of humans you could meet?

Well uh, I’m-

Gee… I actually don’t know how to answer that.

I mean, if you count me as the exact same fella that exists in the universe of the show (and how I look), I’m in my 20’s. I still struggle with the whole separation thing myself.

BUT if we go by how long I’ve been kicking out in this world, gosh, gotta be around 60? Maybe older if we can’t the time before I woke up.

I don’t actually know how long I’ll live. I haven’t exactly met anyone like me let alone older so I can’t exactly ask. I guess as long as I’m in tact and not just a gross pile of sludge or whatever the heck I’ll eventually rot into once no one’s around to maintain me, I count as “alive”. Yuck, not jazzed about that…

Can’t starve, can’t drown, can’t freeze, can’t get sick, can’t bleed out, removing my hands doesn’t really do anything to me. Can I even die?

Maybe I will live for centuries! I… I don’t like that idea…

…HEYWAITAMINIUTE

I know what this is!

THIS IS A PLOY TO MAKE ME ADMIT TO BEING “BABY”!

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Nuh uh!

why so baby?

Huh? Me? “Baby”?

Hey now there buster! I may be a little on the short side, but that’s not very swell of ya to call me a baby! >:(

As you can see in this picture of me, I am a very serious, grown-up looking, not at all “baby” marionette!

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I ain’t no baby!

I’m just fun sized!

why so baby?

Huh? Me? ��Baby”?

Hey now there buster! I may be a little on the short side, but that’s not very swell of ya to call me a baby! >:(

As you can see in this picture of me, I am a very serious, grown-up looking, not at all “baby” marionette!

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why so baby?

Huh? Me? “Baby”?

Hey now there buster! I may be a little on the short side, but that’s not very swell of ya to call me a baby! >:(

As you can see in this picture of me, I am a very serious, grown-up looking, not at all “baby” marionette!

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Got a lil’ update on the hand situation for you folks!

It’s all been going real smooth, but caretakers are stuck in debate over if they could use some tech to make my fingertips work on “touch screen” (gee, all this modern tech sure does astound me!)

Apparently there are concerns I would become “too powerful”.

Huh.

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You keep mentioning a tip? What’s that about?

Oh boy

I don’t really like talking about this, but here we go.

After several decades trapped in a loft, I was eventually found by the family of the guy who saved me from the flames. He’d gone six feet under and his kids were clearing out the junk. Junk happened to include me.

I call it a tip, but apparently a better word is “land-fill”. Stupid idea if you ask me, just leaving all that trash out there. So I’m tossed out with the rest of the garbage and down I go, tumbling tumbling tumbling until I’m all covered in rips and scrapes and gross sludge.

That sludge… it was worse than the flames. It made moving so hard… and my eyes…

I don’t know if I can die. No one knows. I can’t starve, can’t dehydrate, can remove parts without issue, don’t get sick. I could be immortal. That there is the worst, because it meant I’d be stuck in that place, blind and alone, slowly rotting away over years and decades and who knows how long. And even if I can’t feel it, I’d be aware of it.

So there I am, writhing and crawling around in the muck blindly. I’d never felt so helpless, so utterly alone. I mean, I was just an old, gross marionette, who’d want something like me?

I’d figured out making noise by that point. Ya know, opening your mouth and getting stuff to come out? And it was good timing because it finally let me do the one thing I’d wanted to do for years.

I sure must have looked a right mess, wailing and crying, desperately trying to climb but just not having the strength. I don’t even know how long I spent climbing and falling down the same pile of garbage, either minutes or weeks. At least being a puppet means you can’t scream yourself hoarse! Heh…

I don’t know why I did it. No one was going to save me that time. This was it, I was going to stay here forever, in the dark and the rain, just another unwanted piece of junk.

But then my caretakers showed up! I think they were looking for stuff to build sets from and happened to hear my little demonic shrieks so here I am! :)

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What is your earliest memory?

Darkness. I remember it was dark. Very little sound either. But somehow it still felt like too much.

Oh, and a lot of confusion. You ever been so confused and lost that you can’t even ask questions? Just a constant state of “huh”?

I didn’t know anything then, but knowing what I do now and being able to put a word to stuff, I woke up all alone in a small room in the middle of the night. No one to welcome me into all this craziness or even just explain what the heck was goin’ on.

Just a lone puppet suddenly sentient.

Maybe that was for the better though I probably would’ve screamed if I could. I mean wowzer! Not a top introduction, huh?

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None of that but the sky is getting brighter! So I think it’s an ‘am’ this time :)

And the birds are out! The birds! I love the birds outside, and no squirrel!

Sky pretty

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Oh! Oh! The computer’s little clock thing in a corner says 5:17? That’s morning, right?

Sky pretty

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Very pale but the clouds got a lotta orange behind them. It’s very pretty. Real swell.

Say, why do you think that is?

Sky pretty

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Sky pretty

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Well shucks, I appreciate the sentiment! I guess it doesn’t really matter how I came into existence if folks see me as a real person, huh? You humans sure are swell!

I’ve got a real stellar update for you folks!

Now my caretakers have been tossing the idea about for some time, but finally they’ve gotten the time and know-how to try something amazing

THEY’RE GONNA TRY GIVE ME WORKING HANDS!!!

we don’t know if it’ll actually work yet, but hope is whatever malarkey giving me life will extend to my new hands and let me do all kinda things!

I might be able to curl my fingers, actually hold stuff right, type, learn to write, “flip off” that squirrel, the list just goes on!

I’m real jazzed about this, folks, here’s hoping it works!

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Scott, please tell us more about the squirrel. What has the squirrel done such that using your newfound hand flexibility to insult it is so very high on your to do list?

Evil little fuzzy devil knows what he did >:(

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Ain’t it just! It’s gonna real fab to get to be just a little more like a real person!

I’ve got a real stellar update for you folks!

Now my caretakers have been tossing the idea about for some time, but finally they’ve gotten the time and know-how to try something amazing

THEY’RE GONNA TRY GIVE ME WORKING HANDS!!!

we don’t know if it’ll actually work yet, but hope is whatever malarkey giving me life will extend to my new hands and let me do all kinda things!

I might be able to curl my fingers, actually hold stuff right, type, learn to write, “flip off” that squirrel, the list just goes on!

I’m real jazzed about this, folks, here’s hoping it works!

[scott-on-a-string]

I’ve got a real stellar update for you folks!

Now my caretakers have been tossing the idea about for some time, but finally they’ve gotten the time and know-how to try something amazing

THEY’RE GONNA TRY GIVE ME WORKING HANDS!!!

we don’t know if it’ll actually work yet, but hope is whatever malarkey giving me life will extend to my new hands and let me do all kinda things!

I might be able to curl my fingers, actually hold stuff right, type, learn to write, “flip off” that squirrel, the list just goes on!

I’m real jazzed about this, folks, here’s hoping it works!

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The caretakers wanna try something with me

Big things may be happening, folks