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[b_as_a_criminal]

[today, like any normal day, Beyond Birthday goes outside his house on Partridge Drive to check the mail. He opens the mailbox....

... FLOOD OF PLUSHIES. That's right, 28 stuffed animals just came pouring out onto the walk, up to his knees

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[bluecapboy]

[Hey B, there's a knock at your door!]

[b_as_a_criminal]

[and he just found a place to put all the plushies down too... oh well, he might as well answer it.

And of course, it's Luke.]

Yeeees?

[bluecapboy]

[Luke perks up and smiles.]

Hi B! I was out Christmas shopping the other day and I thought you might like this.

[Behold - it's jam. The strawberry kind. It has a nice little bow wrapped around it.]

[b_as_a_criminal]

[oh.

He can live with this. B tilts his head and holds his hand out for it]

Happy Holiday, indeed.

[neantmoins]

[ totally pausing in the living room on the way to the kitchen, and looking confused.

did a toy store explode in their living room? not that he can say much, what with the plush sheep hanging from his school uniform. ]

Uh...

[b_as_a_criminal]

[B's thinking of a better place to put them, really.]

Hello.

[He sees you eying his toys, Napoleon. And the Dolly does not go unnoticed.]

Oh, you have a cute one too.

[neantmoins]

Hey. Huh? Oh.

[ glancing to dolly, with a tilt of his head. ] The Almighty Dolly, as they call them.

Joan gave this to me, I got another one Hitler made me for my birthday. [ pause. ] Town give these back to you?

[b_as_a_criminal]

Yes, it did. [that's all he'll say on that subject unless Napoleon asks. These dolls and B have a bit of an unusual history, even though they're only ordinary stuffed toys.]

I've spoken with your friend Hitler before. So "Almighty Dolly" is a fad at your school, I take it?

[bitchtears]

[Neku wonders why he even leaves his room. Those are plushies. Those are legitimately plushies. What.]

The hell?

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[b_as_a_criminal]

[B turns to look at Neku.]

Allow me to explain.

[DRAMATIC PAUSE...]

[b_as_a_criminal]

They're dolls.

[bitchtears]

[That faint glimmer of hope, the one that suggest B would make sense someday....

It's gone.]

I know that. What are they doing in the middle of the house?