Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

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Miley had just come into the common room because she wanted some waffles, was the thing.

What she hadn't wanted -- what no human being alive had ever wanted -- was to stumble across what appeared to be a creepy doll tea party. Except instead of drinking tea, the dolls were eating soup.

Vivid red, blood-colored soup.

Miley screamed.

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Sam had spent a good chunk of her day attempting to train the creepy dolls into a creepy doll attack army.

Failing in that (it was so much WORK!), she rounded up as many as she could catch, stuffed them into a pillow case, and set out with a video camera to find some poor, unsuspecting fools to set them upon.

She paused in the common room when she heard Miley scream. "What the chiz is wrong with you?"

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"Look!" Miley shrieked, indicating the dolls and their perfectly calm, peaceful soup party.

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Sam looked at the tea party. "Oo, soup!"

And she stole one of the dolls' soups.

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The doll looked mighty displeased.

"Okay. Step away from the creepy thing," Miley cautioned Sam in a tone of forced calm.

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Sam adjusted the weight of her creepy doll-filled pillowcase on her back, tossed back the doll's soup, then shrugged.

"Pretty sure I can take it," she said.

And stole another soup.

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"I love you!" piped up a doll.

Miley's eyes went huge. "One-eyed thing with half a hand say what?"

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"See?" Sam said. "It wants me to have the soup."

A chorus of professions of loves and cries for Momma echoed out of Sam's pillowcase.

She beat it against the counter to shut them up.

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Miley eyed the chatty pillowcase.

"...whatcha got there, Sam?"

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"A pillowcase full of creepy dolls," Sam said. "Wanna see?"

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Miley took a firm step backward.

"No, thank you."

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Sam shrugged. "Your loss."

And she stole another soup.

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Dave walked into the room with a ventriloquist dummy who, frankly, had an expression that much suggest surprise and concern with how things had gone today.

"Hey, look what I found!" Dave said.

"Looks like not all the dolls here are creepy today," the dummy said in a voice that sounded similar to Dave's, only higher pitched. Okay, it was Dave saying it, throwing his voice very well.

Also, Dave was possibly a damned liar because the thing was freaky.

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Miley took a step back. A large one.

"Uh," she squeaked. "Whatcha got there, Dave?"

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"Dave never told you that he used to do a ventriloquist act, did he?" the 'dummy' asked while looking like the real question on its mind was what kind of person just shoves their hand up there without asking questions first.

"It never really came up in conversation, Phil," Dave said to the dummy.

"Now it has!" the 'dummy' Dave had named Phil said.

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The dummy was right to wonder that. Really, Dave. It was just rude.

"Uh," Miley said again. "Soooo, how's about we get that out of here and --"

She leaned in closer to get a better look at the dummy, then promptly wished she hadn't.

"It's missing an eye."

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"Aww, he just needs an eyepatch," Dave said.

"Yeah, my vision is 20," Phil said. "Not too bad, considering." The dummy seemed ashamed.

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Miley slowly shook her head and gave the dummy (and Dave) a regretful thumbs-down.

Come on, Dave. You could do better than that.

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"I don't know what to tell you, he's the one who told that joke," Dave said, passing the blame to Phil.

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More head-shaking.

Dave, you dirty liar.

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"I don't care what you say, it was good. Isn't that right, Phil?" Dave asked.

"No!" Phil said. Except it wasn't in Dave's voice.

Dave started to pull his arm out of the dummy.

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Miley screamed.

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"Okay, so maybe it talks on its own. But it's not that scary," Dave said, putting the dummy face down on the ground. "I've been walking around with it for 20 minutes and that's the first weird thing it's done."

Except for being a freaky puppet. Apparently that didn't count.

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It might have twitched. That or there was a gust of wind from the open window.

Either way, Miley hurled a pillow at it, fled the room and never looked back.