Not as creepy as clowns, but almost.
She is very disappointed in you. Very.
Mom? Where's my retainer?
You are getting very sleepy. I might've put something in your cocoa.
John-John not happy. When John-John not happy, big people die.
You better watch it. The last guy who pissed me off won't be pissing anybody off anymore, if you get my meaning ::wink::
Look at these eyes. Do I look like someone who would creep into your room at night, climb up into your bed oh-so-quietly, and smother you with a pillow while you kick and flail and try to pry my murderous arms off your head?
Uh-oooh. Did that hurt? Stupid hatchet.
Who, us? We're not plotting a homicide, nope. :::whistling:::
I told you my eyes hurt.
Of course I wasn't moving. I'm a doll, silly. Go back to sleep.
Little Miss No Name. I'm sad that I have no name. You'll be sad when you have no head.
Why did you leave me in the tanning bed, Mommy, why?
Heh heh HEY! Just writing your suicide note. ::giggle::