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| : EVENTUALLY, IF YOU BANG YOUR HEAD LONG ENOUGH, THE WOODEN PUPPET TRANSMOGRIFIES INTO A REAL BOY AND THEN YOU HAVE TROUBLE WITH THE FEDS. UNTIL THEN, IT'S A SHELL OF A THING, A THING WITHOUT A SOUL. THERE IS NO WATER INSIDE ME, JUST A LITTLE DIRT AND A SILVERFISH. |